Patty slowed as she neared the house. She didn't want to burst in all out of breath and have her mother wonder what she had been doing. She stopped at the front steps and smoothed out her clothes and brushed all the particles of leaves and grass from her that she could find. Then she sat down on the bottom step, pressing her legs tightly together trying to stop the maddening tingle in her unfulfilled loins. She imagined that all her mother would have to do was take one look at her face to see the guilt written there.
But then the bitter thought ran through her mind – would her mother really care what she was doing? She never seemed to pay any attention to her any more. It was just those awful men she had taken up with and that damned liquor. Patty felt a twinge of guilt shoot through her for harboring these unkind thoughts about tier mother, but sometimes she couldn't help it. Oh, sure, she understood how hard it must have been on the older woman since Dad died. A tear trickled down her cheek as the memory of her father came back to her. It was just two years ago that he had died, shortly after they had moved here from the city. Dad had always hated the city, and it was his life-long dream to move out to where he could feel good about breathing the air and let the beautiful silence soak into him, even if it meant driving forty miles to work every day.
He had been killed in a traffic accident on the way to work only two months after moving to the valley.
Patty loved the valley but she wished they had never come here. Maybe Dad would still be alive. Patty had loved her father. They had been very close. The loss had been made all the worse by the way it had affected her mother. Instead of Patty and her mother drawing closer together they had drifted apart. Mom had taken it hard. For the first couple of months after the accident she had hardly spoken. She seemed to be existing in a state of perpetual shock. And then Patty had noticed the empty bottles. Her mother never drank openly or got nasty drunk, but the liquor seemed to put her in some kind of inner world where nothing could touch her, not even Patty, her own daughter.
It was almost a year before the men had started to come around. Patty couldn't blame her mother for wanting to be with a man. During the past year the ripening of her own body had shown her how strong that need could be. Even though it was almost impossible to imagine anyone replacing her father, Patty had lately begun to wish that Mom could find some nice man she could date regularly. At least that would be preferable to the way it was now.
Her mother kept a steady flow of drunks and bums, the lowest element in the county, sneaking into her bed. The young blonde girl suspected that her mother unconsciously chose these vile men to fulfill her sexual needs in a way that would remove all danger of any of them replacing the memory of her husband in her heart. But that still didn't make the spectacle any less disgusting for Patty. She hated to see her mother debasing herself in this manner.
Patty's thoughts were interrupted as Champ began to nuzzle at her insistently. He laid his huge head on her lap and looked up at her lovingly with his soft brown eyes. Patty looked down at him for a moment, the tears still dimming her eyes, and then impulsively she threw her arms around the faithful animal's neck and hugged him close against her soft, full breasts.
Oh, thank God she had him! she thought gratefully. He helped fill the vacuum left when her father had been taken from her and was her constant companion. There was a deep love shared between them that helped give her the strength and compassion to try to understand her mother's problem.
With a sigh the troubled teenager got to her feet. She might as well go into the house, she thought.
She was just about to open the front door when she suddenly froze into stillness.
There was a groan from inside the house!
Her mind was blank for a moment, and then she was struck by the sudden fear that something was wrong with her mother. But as she reached for the doorknob, she froze again as she heard a harsh male laugh.
She didn't know what to do. Obviously there was a man in the house with her mother, no unusual thing, but it sounded as though he were hurting her.
There was another groan, but it was longer this time and had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though someone were being tortured. Patty dropped her hand from the door-handle and started to back away. Her mind was a riot of confused emotions. What should she do? Should she call the police? Perhaps some fiend had broken in and was assaulting her mother. Then her mind was made up for her as a pleading voice spoke again.
"Oh, God! Yessss, yessss, do it to me like that!"
It was her mother again, and her voice was drunkenly slurred in a desperate pleading tone Patty had never heard before. The confused young girl paled in the darkness as a new and disturbing thought came into her mind. The man was obviously hurting her mother, but it didn't sound as if it were against her will, the way she was almost crying for him to continue.
But perhaps he was making her plead with him. Perhaps he was a sadist like some of the men she had read about in her psychology course. Men who enjoyed hearing women beg. Patty stood breathlessly on the porch trying to make up her mind what to do. She couldn't call the police or anyone else unless she was certain what was going on.
She had to find out.
The confused young girl took a deep breath and backed slowly down the front steps. She began to walk cautiously around the house towards her mother's window. As she picked her way through the untended clumps of high grass next to the house, she could see a beam of light streaming into the darkness from her mother's window. The curtains were not completely closed. She motioned for Champ to sit, and then moved closer. She hesitated and then took a deep breath before summoning up the courage to look inside.
The part blonde teenager couldn't believe the sight that met her eyes!
Her mother was lying nakedly spread-eagled in the center of her bed not five feet away, so close that Patty felt she could reach out and touch her. The older woman's head was rolling back and forth on the mattress, her face contorted in ecstasy. A man was kneeling between her widespread legs, running his lips and tongue moistly up and down her wantonly trembling body. The man had obviously sucked her mother's heaving breasts into quivering hardness and then traced a wet hot path down to the flat plane of her jerking stomach and inner thighs. Her mother writhed beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed, with her hands tangled tightly in his hair, pulling his lips greedily to her hungering flesh. It was a moment before the girl outside could see enough of the man's face to recognize him.
It was Hank Jones. Her heart skipped a beat. Of all the men who came to see her mother, Mr. Jones was the one Patty loathed the most. He was loud and coarse, and she could sense the cruelty lurking behind his beefy features. But more than that, she was frightened by the way he sometimes looked at her, as if he were undressing her with his eyes.
Patty leaned forward, gripping the corners of the window-frame until her hands ached, completely incapable of movement. The stunned young girl knew she should run, bide, get away from here. She tried to blot the shocking picture from her mind but couldn't. She had to took. The obscene spectacle was mesmerizing her. Her mind rebelled at watching a man toying with the naked, squirming body of her own mother. It was depraved and lewd, but she could not turn away.
To her amazement she found that there was a certain wicked satisfaction in watching this pagan scene. Her mother was beautiful, she thought as she gazed in intoxicated rapture at the nakedly enchanting figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before her. She was only thirty-five years old, and her voluptuous breasts were still as firm as a high school girl's. Her waist was slender and swelled out into the beautifully rounded hips and thighs of a mature woman. Her hair was blonde, like Patty's, and lay in a golden cloud on the pillow around her frantically twisting head.
Hank had worked the older woman up to a fever pitch; her mouth was hanging open wide in ecstatic rapture and her glassy lust-smoked eyes stared up into nothingness. Hank placed himself in position over her rapidly rising and failing belly, his face hanging within inches of the golden-haired pussy mound below. His hands were pressed down on the soft swell of her stomach, and his thumbs dug into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips. Patty sucked in her stomach with a gasp as she saw his thumbs massage the passion-swollen flesh for a moment. And then he pulled outwards slowly, parting the sparsely curling hair and exposing the moist, red slit of her mother's vagina. The dainty bud of the older woman's clitoris was clearly visible, throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her cuntal entrance.
Hank's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the top of her slit. Her mother's nakedly squirming body jerked at the electric contact, and her legs clamped tightly together round his head, her soft inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the probing of his wetly slavering tongue, and soft mewls of animal pleasure came from between her clenched teeth. Caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust, the beautiful woman's upper torso writhed tike a belly dancer's as she lay back naked and panting on the mattress.
Patty's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched her mother twisting lustfully under the depraved sucking of her loins. Her own torso began an involuntary swaying in time to that of her mother's as the older woman's body squirmed in lewd surrender to the nerve-shattering licking of the tongue and lips glued to her insanely throbbing vagina. Patty was suddenly aware that her own wetly pulsating pussy was still burning in unfulfilled passion from the furious action of Danny's finger up between her legs only minutes before. Without knowing how they got there, she found her own hands cupping the aching mounds of her breasts, trapping the hardened sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger through the thin material of her summer dress. Her fingers began squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from her open lips. She pushed closer to the window so that she could better see the lewdly exciting spectacle going on within.
She watched in wide-eyed wonder as Hank's lips began crawling up her mother's squirming body. They worked their way up slowly, pausing now and then at soft sensitive spots for a quick flick of the tongue that would bring further groans of delight and frustration from her mother's tightly clenched teeth. It was then that Patty could clearly see Hank's long thick cock protruding from his groin. It looked as hard as the thick stump of a tree, and stood out from the curly black pubic hair covering his powerful belly. His penis was enormous and Patty shuddered as she saw it pause momentarily over her mother's little vaginal opening. The peering young blonde girl thought that the naked man was going to stick it in and begin fucking immediately, but he didn't.
Slowly, he slid all the way up the older woman's slippery sweat-soaked body and straddled her passionately quivering breasts, then sat back slightly on his buttocks pushing the soft resilient mounds flat against her chest.
Hank's lust-thickened cock stood straight out from his belly with its swollen rubbery head but a few inches above the helplessly trapped woman's gasping mouth. Hank reached one hand back behind him and with a quick flick of his wrist shoved his outstretched middle finger deep up between her wide-open legs, skewering it into the pink, moist flanges of her cunt up to the flat of his palm. She jerked as he rotated it around inside, teasing the wet sensitive walls until the frantic woman panted and gasped, breathing a moan of surrender to the lascivious plundering her body was undergoing.
Patty could see her mother try to squirm away from the teasing torture, but Hank's knees were holding her shoulders and arms pinned tightly down against the mattress. She was completely at his mercy. A lewd sadistic grin lined his lips as he reached down with his free hand and nabbed the underside of his massive cock-head in a slow teasing circle around her wetly parted lips. A second later, her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the head. A thin string of white pre-ejaculate seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. She strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the mocking instrument into her mouth. But Hank laughed above her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the underside. The naked older woman moaned and strained until Patty could feel herself struggling with her.
Patty's breath was coming in time to her mother's gasps beneath the thick teasing penis. The muscles in her own body were as taut as bowstrings as she reacted involuntarily to the lewdly exciting scene before her. Slowly the young girl's right hand left her breast to trail a slow, teasing path down her soft young belly. She jerked as it slid into the elastic waistband of her panties to rub thrillingly at the sparse pubic hair rising from the "vee" up between her thighs. One of her fingers played for a moment, then suddenly curled down into the moistly ready slit up between her legs – the same slit where Danny's fingers had been so thrillingly stroking only minutes before. Her fingernail scraped gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into quivering life.
Breathlessly watching the lewd scene inside her mother's bedroom now, Patty jerked forward as her own searching hand curled further down her loins, parting the soft lips of her vagina to insistently snake its way inside the tight elastic opening of her virginal little cunt sending wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbing through her. She ground her pussy down hard against her own impaling finger and her body began a gentle rocking motion in time to Hank's hand fucking into her mother's shamelessly undulating pussy right in front of her.
Suddenly there was a deep gurgling from her mother's throat on the other side of the window. Hank, the sadistic grin on his face widening, had taken her brutally by the hair and pulled her head up off the mattress. At the same time, he thrust forward to ram the lust-swollen head of his thick penis deep into her gaping mouth. Patty held her breath as she watched. She was certain her mother was going to choke from the sheer size of the massive organ buried between her wide-stretched lips, but the older woman only began hungrily sucking at the great pulsating shaft – groaning as though she had waited all her life for this lewd feast.
Hank rose to his knees, and, with one hand still holding her head up by the hair and the other once again sunk deep into her wetly gaping cunt, he began buffeting the doubly-impaled woman's body cruelly up and down on the mattress. Patty watched with horrified fascination as her mother's tightly ovalled lips sucked with all their might on the huge cock fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on the out-stroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke, and her eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that the young girl had never dreamed existed. Its very rawness brought a low moan to her own lips, her tongue circling them nervously as she felt the juices of her own tight little pussy increase their flow up between her legs, drenching her thrusting palm with a warm moisture.
Through the haze of her own passion she saw her mother's rounded mouth on the other side of the window voraciously sucking at the growing white stalk of male flesh sawing into her mouth. The thin elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by unseen fingers. Hank gunned lewdly above her as he fucked into her willing mouth and watched her lust-contorted face suck and lick at his throbbing penis like a child devouring a candy-cane. She had freed both hands now and placed them behind his swaying buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and was pulling his loins maniacally to her. Patty could see saliva dripping from the comers of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. Her mother was clearly reveling in the cruel humiliation Hank was subjecting her to – a masochistic light shining strangely in her lust-glazed eyes.
Unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure were coursing through the hotly aroused young girl's entire being as she watched her mother succumb to the depraved sucking of Hank's thick cock. She discovered that her own lips were ovalled as if she, too, were sucking, and the knowingly, lewd imagery caused her hips to begin lasciviously circling in rhythm to her own hand fucking into her burning vagina. To the teenager's lust-glazed eyes, Hank's heavy, pummeling shaft seemed to disappear completely into her mother's face as he drove forward with hollowing buttocks like a pile-driver until the coarse hair of his loins brushed the tip of her nose. His sperm-tightened balls danced beneath, slapping in unison against her upraised chin with each hard thrust.
God! Patty thought dimly, he's going to strangle her. He's going to cum in her mouth, and the hot, sticky stuff will choke her! He'll kill her! He'll kill her!
And as the horrified girl watched, Hank yanked his wildly jerking cock suddenly from her mother's sucking lips and held the huge red tip about two inches away from her face. With an expiring groan from his lust-contorted lips, his penis began spewing white hot cum directly into her wide-open mouth. The hard, quick spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow, filling her mouth to the brim, and the passion-crazed older woman swallowed voraciously, not wanting to lose a drop of the lust-inciting fluid. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down lewdly trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating sperm spewing into her face.
Patty groaned at the obscene picture of her mother's self-inflicted humiliation as Hank's cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts. Thin strings of the sticky white fluid ran down from the tip of his penis to her wetly glistening lips, linking them in an obscene spider-web of sexual connection.
Suddenly Patty's heart caught in her throat as Hank seemed to look directly at the window. She backed quickly away into the dark, her finger slipping wetly from her own vagina. Oh God, what if he saw me? she thought as she raced away from the house. She was dimly aware of Champ running at her side and felt reassured by his presence.