The truck parked in front of her brother's address. And like a lonely child who was excited because a new family on the block meant a new playmate, Cindy watched the comings and goings of the moving men as they filled the empty house with furniture.
"It's really going to happen," she sighed more than once, feeling as though she ought to pinch herself to be sure she wasn't dreaming.
Then, suddenly interrupted from behind, she heard, "What in the world are you talking to yourself about, hon?"
"Tom!" Cindy blurted her husband's name as if he were the last person she expected to see.
Cindy could see from the gleam in Tom's eyes and the bulge at his crotch that he wanted to fuck her. The idea of anybody's cock in her cunt except her brother's made her sick. But how could she keep her own husband out of her pants when the piece of ass he wanted was rightfully his? Especially when she hadn't put out for him since last month.
Since nothing had been openly said so far about sex, Cindy tried to keep the subject away from it. Maybe if she rattled on enough, Tom would lose interest and go wash the car.
"New neighbors," she said gesturing toward the window.
He had just unzipped his fly.
"Right now," he said, "it's just me and you."
He pulled his cock out of his pants. His prick was rigid with arousal, blue veins rippling along his thick cockshaft.
"Please, Tom," she muttered. "I'm not in the mood."
"If I waited for that, I'd forget how to get it up," Tom spat, angry now. "Maybe it's time I just started taking what's mine!"
He backed Cindy into a corner, the head of his cock jabbing her belly like the barrel of a gun.
"I'm going to fuck you, Goddamn it!" he seethed. "With your cooperation or without it! Now get out of those clothes and onto that bed. I want you naked for me, with your legs spread wide open so you're all cunt for my big cock."
Cindy had never heard her husband talk this way. It saddened her, for the one thing she'd always been able to count on in her marriage was that Tom was a nice guy.
"You don't know what you're saying, Tom!"
"Oh, yeah?" he snarled. "Well, like they say, actions speak louder than words." He ripped Cindy's blouse down the front. Heaving in exposure, her tits were barely contained by her bra. Then it was also gone after a tug from Tom's big hand, leaving Cindy naked from the waist up.
Now, as she froze with panic at the thought of being brutally raped by her own husband, Tom gripped her hips. His fingers dug under the waistband of her slacks, then flexed with masculine power until the top button snapped and the zipper split open. An instant later, only her bikini panties remained.
Tom left the panties on when he wrestled her onto the bed. Only then did he touch them, hooking a finger under the crotch-band and pulling the elastic from the well of Cindy's quivering thighs.
"These I'm going to suck right off your cunt like spaghetti off a fork. Even if I have to tie you down to do it. Then I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Hard, fast and mean."
"That's rape," Cindy choked.
"Won't get any argument about that out of me, bitch," Tom cruelly chuckled. "So why don't you just follow the advice your mama must've given you. Relax and enjoy it." "I'd die first!" Tom cracked her across the face. It was the first time in their marriage that he'd ever hit her. Suddenly woozy, Cindy felt the fight seep out of her. Her vision fogged from the brain rattling impact of the blow, she thought she saw her husband leaving the bed. But she was too stunned to do anything about it. And then he was definitely back, clutching something in his hands.
Tom rasped, "Your pantyhose ought to work real well on your ankles and wrists. Tie you into a pretty, little package."
He quickly lashed Cindy to the bed frame, obscenely spread eagling her. Never had she felt so helpless.
"Now for those panties."
He knelt down into the well of Cindy's forcibly stretched thighs, burrowing between them. Then his mouth was on the crotch of her panties, sucking the flimsy panel of fabric between his teeth. Cindy could feel his hot breath and slimy spit on her cunt as he tugged. It made her want to vomit.
"Help me!" she screamed. "In God's name, somebody – somebody please help me!"
And her plea was heard, just before her husband cracked her in the face again. The problem was by whom.
He was coming through the front door, slapping a ball into a baseball glove without a care in the world, when he heard it. He ran up the stairs, too ready to come to the rescue to experience any fear. Because as far as Randy Ryan was concerned, nobody was going to hurt his mom while he was around.
Not even his dad.
For it was his father Randy now confronted when he swung into the bedroom. His father was all over his naked mother as she struggled at the bonds which tied her to the bed.
"Get outta here, you damned punk!" Tom Ryan barked at his son, after his drooling face bobbed up from between Cindy's legs. "This is none of your business!"
"I'm making it my business!" the boy shot back, standing his ground with his fists clenched and fire in his eyes.
And abruptly, it was father rather than son who lost his nerve. All at once, Tom was white as a sheet. All Tom now cared about was getting out of the bedroom as fast as he could. He left in a streak, darting past his son so rapidly that Randy couldn't lay a hand on him.
His footsteps clattered down the stairs. The front door opened, then slammed. A moment later and the car was screeching out of the driveway, then roaring off down the street.
Unable to think of the right thing to say, Randy Ryan just stared at his captive mother. He'd seen flashes of her naked before when she was ducking in and out of the shower. But never like this, never with her legs spread, so he could look directly between them and see every detail of her hairy cunt.
Finally breaking the awkward silence, his mother asked him, "Aren't you going to untie me?"
Seeming not to hear her, Randy kept staring. He panted like a dog.
His mother followed the path of his gaze. They led straight to her cunt. Then, warily, Cindy glanced up at her son's crotch. It bulged.
"No," Cindy whispered to herself, as she studied the outline of his cock and balls in those tight jeans. "Not my own son."
"Yes," Randy whispered in reply, having overheard her. "I can't help myself, Mom. And there's nobody to stop me like I did Dad."
Cindy had never seen the boy's prick when it was hard. She did now. Randy pulled his cock out of his pants and its size took her breath away. Now Cindy was the one who couldn't help herself. All of a sudden her pussy leaked with desire for her hung son's stiff, young prick.
"You want it, Mom," Randy hissed with confidence. "I can see from your juicy cunt how much you want it."
How did he know, Cindy wondered, about the condition of an aroused cunt? Sure, there were pictures and dirty books which boys his age looked at, but unless he'd had experience with the real thing.
"That's right, Mom," Randy answered Cindy's unspoken question, "I'm not cherry."
He took off his shirt. Never before had Cindy noticed how broad his shoulders had become. There was even a wisp of hair on his chest. Yes, she excitedly thought, her little boy had grown up to the brink of manhood.
Now Randy unbuckled his belt and he dropped his jeans and shorts entirely, kicking them away along with his sneakers. He was nude, his wiry muscles rippling under his sleek skin.
"All right, I won't ask you who you've been with," Cindy said. "Won't ask you anything, except far one favor."
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me!" Cindy helplessly blurted out. And she wasn't really asking. She begged.
"When I'm ready," Randy shot back, clearly in charge and taking complete advantage of it. "But before you get my cock in your cunt, you've got to earn it."
If Cindy had closed her eyes, she could have easily imagined that it was her brother talking to her. What she'd just heard from Randy was eerily similar to what Brad had said to her on that fateful day so long ago.
However, there was a crucial difference in Cindy's mind between then and now. Although what had happened in the past signaled the end of something, today brimmed with the promise of something that was just beginning.
"Anything, darling. I'll do anything you want."
"Suck my cock, Mom!" Randy commanded.
"All you have to do is feed it to me, sweetheart," Cindy hungrily agreed. "I'll swallow as much of your beautiful, young cock as you'll let me take. And when you come in my mouth, I'll drink every drop of your sweet jizz."
"You talk a good game, Mom," Randy drawled, a totally different person than the one who had originally dashed to his mother's rescue just moments before. "Now let's find out how well you play it."
He got onto the bed, straddling Cindy as she remained tied to the bed. His prick was in his hand, his swollen cockhead just shy of his mother's face.
"Open wide, Mom," he ordered.
Cindy's mouth became a yawning cavern, inviting a cock-thrust down her throat. At last, her son's big prick surged down her throat. He had such a salty prick, Cindy immediately realized. It made her so thirsty for his turn. And now she began working to drain it from his balls.
Having traveled over every inch of her son's hard-on with its initial shove, Cindy's lips were clasped around the root. Quickly, though, they were sliding back and forth along his thick cockshaft. And within her mouth, her tongue slurped and squirmed around the rest of the cock.
Randy had to admit, "You're good, Mom. A born cocksucker. You just keep it up, and I'm gonna come plenty for you."
Cindy was thrilled by his praise. Nobody had ever said anything to her, in or out of bed, that made her feel better about herself. She just wished that her hands were free so she could add to the blowjob by squeezing her son's balls and fingerfucking his gritty, young ass.
But then again, she reasoned, being tied up was all part of the excitement, wasn't it? If she hadn't been helpless to begin with, she'd have never been available to Randy in the first place. Besides, she really didn't need her hands to work on her son's balls and ass. If only he'd let her, she could show him that sucking his cock wasn't all she could do with her mouth and tongue.
She was afraid to ask him, though. He might say no. So taking a chance and just going ahead and doing it on her own was the only alternative, with the hope that he wouldn't stop her.
All of a sudden Cindy released Randy's cock. But before he could complain, one of his balls was in her mouth, bathed in spit and caressed by her tongue.
"All right, I can dig it, Mom," Randy said. "Go as far as you want down there."
Cindy took the second ball in her mouth, along with the first. They were a load, but even so she drew them almost to her throat. And springing up between her face and his crotch, her son's cock throbbed with even more excitement than when it had been sucked directly.
Now she released her son's balls and moved into fresh territory. She licked the crack of Randy's ass, the area just hairy enough to tickle her tongue. The taste was sweaty, as salty as his cock and balls had been.
Then the flavor Cindy sampled was even sharper than sweat. For she had just probed Randy's asshole with the tip of her tongue. And seconds later, she had penetrated much deeper, rimming him.
"Can't take much more of this, Mom," the boy croaked. "Not without coming!"
Cindy immediately pulled her tongue from his ass. There was no way her son was going to shoot his wad without that sweet, young jizz pouring straight to her belly.
So it was back to his straining prick. She deep-throated it, applying all the suction she could manage.
"What a load!" Randy blurted, as his crotch bucked against his mother's face.
His cock was abruptly gushing. Rather than surfacing in separate spurts, his cum flowed in a continuous stream as though he was pissing down his mother's throat.
His jism was more delicious than any Cindy had ever tasted, even Brad's. Not even her brother could produce the high quality cream that her climaxing son now fed her. Plus, there was so much of it. However, although Cindy had to struggle to keep up with the flood, she was determined to down every precious drop.
She succeeded. Indeed, by the time her son's balls were drained, she only wished there were more of his hot, young cum for her to drink.
But then Cindy quickly forgot about sucking any more cock. Because, when Randy's fuck tool slipped from her mouth, she saw how perfectly hard it remained. And immediately, fucking was on her mind.
"Put it in my cunt before you lose it," she urged.
"Lose my hard-on?" Randy scoffed. "I can keep my cock stiff for you all day, Mom!"
Moving down Cindy's naked body, Randy slid his narrow hips between her spread thighs. Unable to wait a second longer, his mother thrust at his prick with her anxious cunt, as if she were trying to devour his cock meat with her hairy lower jaws.
Her aim was perfect. Randy's cock surged exactly where it was supposed to go – straight up her pussy.
"Oooooh, it's so big!" Cindy squealed with delight when his prick was inside her. "Such a big cock for my hot cunt!"
She lifted her ass all the way off the bed to push toward her son, forcing his hard-on even deeper into her pussy. Now she could feel his knotty cockhead scraping against the entrance to her womb.
The thought of being fucked by the same boy to whom she'd given life, her cunt filled by him once again, made Cindy climax on the spot. Once she'd started coming, she couldn't stop. Orgasmically writhing beneath her son, she caused him to grab her tits in order to hang on for the ride.
While Randy bounced on top of her, his prick stabbed repeatedly into her pussy. The friction was nonstop, heightening Cindy's climax and stimulating Randy ever nearer to one of his own.
"Can't go on much more like this," he warned his mother. "Though I'd be able to fuck you a lot longer, but damn, your cunt won't let up for a second on my cock."
"Don't worry about coming too quick," Cindy told him. "I want your cunt in my pussy as soon as I can get it. Besides, you can always take it slower the next time. Like you said, you can keep your cock stiff for me all day."
"Right on!" Randy enthusiastically agreed. "What the hell am I worried about? I'm a stud!"
"But first things first," Cindy teased. "Like shoot my pussy full of so much of your cum that it runs down my legs."
"You mean like now?"
"Absolutely!" Cindy cried, squeezing her cunt even tighter around her son's cock when he fucked her with a final surge. "Come! Come!"
On cue, Randy's prick exploded with liquid fire at the depths of her cunt. Cindy had thought when she'd previously sucked him off that it wasn't possible for jizz to be any hotter. However, this load made the earlier one seem tame. It was scalding.
"Feels like I can't stop!" Randy croaked as his cock kept erupting.
"Don't try!" Cindy cried, craving every bit of teenaged cum she could capture in her pussy. "I want all I can get!"
Then Randy's chest was heaving, as he grunted like an animal with every additional burst from his prick. Soon, however, there was a calm. His balls finally emptied, Randy sprawled on top of his mother, breathing deeply right next to her ear. Down below, the excess cum from Cindy's thoroughly fucked cunt trickled in sticky ribbons down her inner thighs.
"Oh, my darling little motherfucker," she crooned to her temporarily exhausted son. "You were just perfect."
Next, as if by instinct, she coaxed his face toward one of her tits. His mouth immediately closed over her waiting nipple, and Randy sucked at his mother's tit.
This was getting to be a habit with her, Cindy realized. She'd nursed her brother last week and now the same today with Randy. Obviously there was something about incest that made her want to baby her lovers after they'd proved their manhood.
In any case, there was clearly an erotic connection between the two. For as Randy slurped at his mother's tits, his cock began to stiffen again in her cunt.
And Cindy started gently rolling her hips to tug at his reviving hard-on with her pussy. And before long, Randy was all man once more.