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I played around like that some time and neglected the hand in Mom's pussy. No problem, she was fucking it, squirming her ass around on it, or was she trying to get more of my tongue. I pulled away and put my thumb on Mom's little bud, then pressed. Slowly, it popped inside. Mom went absolutely still but when I pushed my thumb in to the hilt, she started wriggling around on it like mad. It was all I could do to keep my thumb plugged in her ass and my fist in her cunt. She was breathing so hard her lungs hoarsely gulped for air. It was a relief when she came, going rigid, clenching her butt cheeks and clamping her thighs around my hand, bucking so hard and fast I thought she was going catatonic.
I let Mom's orgasm dissipate while her breathing returned to normal. The only thing I did, as a minor distraction, was to drool more spit along the crack of her ass. She didn't seem to mind. Last time, I had rubbed my cock through her cheeks and come on her ass. I'm sure Mom thought I was preparing to do the same, and so did I. After all, what good would my cock do inside her after reaming it out with my whole hand?
I pushed her legs together and grabbed her hands, holding them behind her while I nudged my cock into her crack and started sliding it through her cheeks. Bless her heart, Mom moved her ass against my cock, rubbing her crack along the length of my shaft, or Dad's shaft, as she thought. It was my turn.
I had only been rubbing for a few minutes, which wasn't bad given how short my last sojourn had been, when Mom wriggled her right hand free of my grip and grabbed my cock. To my surprise, she angled it down. Frightened, I pulled back. If she brought it to her pussy lips, I didn't know if I could stop myself.
What the hell? What was wrong with a little taste. In my current state, if Mom pressed my tip against her pussy, I would come instantly. I let her pull my cock forward and barely resisted when she pulled the head into her slit. Mom surprised me again when rubbed my tip around and then pulled my cock out, redirected it higher and settled it on her cheeks again. However, instead of slipping the shaft through her crack, she kept my cock pointed down and pulled it along until the tip nudged the pretty little asterisk I had kissed before.
Oh my God, she wanted it in the ass.
How could I refuse? Wouldn't Dad do it? Of course he would; how could he turn down such a gift? I was trapped, but I was hardly unhappy about it. It wasn't really sex, I told myself. I wasn't putting it in my mother's pussy. It was just her ass. Didn't couples in those eastern countries do it that way before they were married? Of course it's okay.
No Rob, it isn't!
Fuck my conscience. It was faint anyway. I pushed, met resistance, leaned over and drooled onto my cock and watched it ooze down the shaft and between Mom's cheeks, onto that pretty little rosebud. I pushed, was thrilled when Mom's cheeks parted, widened, my helmet filling the reluctant little hole. Mom groaned but I kept pushing, it was going in, push harder, moving forward, so tight, so fucking tight. Plop, it was in. Mom twisted her head around, moaning, her hand pressing against my thigh. Yes, go slow. I understood.
Was this Mom's first time?
I waited, holding my cock just inside Mom's butt. And waited. She twitched her ass, then again, and again. She moved it, pushing back, forcing my cock deeper. I pushed in but her hand pressed against my thigh again. I held still until she started twisting around on my shaft again. I started moving in and out, real slow. Mom groaned and thrust her ass back on my hard cock. Oh yeah, this was going to be so good.
"Do you like it? I know you always wanted to, but does it feel good?"
I grunted for an answer and shoved in hard once, twice, three times.
"Unghhhh, unghhhh, ungnnnhhhh."
That was answer enough. Mom turned her face into the pillow and I started fucking her ass for real. My cock moved easily between her cheeks which fascinated me. I grabbed the pillow under Mom and yanked it out, then slowly increased my pace, holding myself up on braced arms while I watched her creamy buttocks bouncing between the mattress and my cock.
Soon, we were at a frantic pace and I was blown away that I wasn't yet ready to come. Abruptly, I stopped and smiled when Mom's ass kept working on my shaft, reaching up and pulling down, fucking me, forcing me to take her ass, moaning and groaning, desperate for me to continue. Absolute joy ripped through me.
I bent my elbows and lowered myself until I was lying along the length of Mom's body so she could hardly move, then pulled my cock out and slowly pushed it back in, deep, then ground it in her ass. Like before, I slowly built up my pace, but with glacial lunges deep into her ass. I licked her back between her shoulder blades, kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear, bit her shoulder, then pulled her head up and grunted in her ear while reveling in the guttural moan each thrust forced from her throat.
Once more, I took Mom up to a hammering pace, our bodies bouncing as one on the mattress, our groans intermingling and becoming lost in each other. When she started coming, when I started coming, I let her face fall into the bed and bit the nape of her neck again, grinding against her ass, filling it with my gooey spend.
I didn't move for a long time. I stayed on Mom's back, panting, my lips pressed into the join between her neck and shoulder while she breathed raggedly below me, her face turned once again toward the TV.
Mom didn't move when I got up. I didn't inch my way backward, ready to run, like I had before. I knew she wouldn't try to look. I kissed each cheek and the bottom of each foot, then strolled out of her bedroom.
I felt no remorse this time. I had fucked my mother's ass and, for the first time in a long time, I felt as if the world was as it should be. Mom was happy, I was happy, and I would be back for another afternooner and maybe even a night visit.
I didn't bother waiting to head Dad off at the pass. I knew he wouldn't come.
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Mom was super attentive to Dad that night which irked me no end. It was I, not he, that deserved her appreciation. I sulked and had to suffer a comment or two from Mom about being sullen.
"There's lots to be happy about in the world, you know, lots to appreciate," she said.
That was rich coming from a depression Queen that owed her recent sparky return to life to my efforts. Nonetheless, I took it and made an effort to perk up. It wasn't that hard, looking at Mom. She had dressed nicely again, for Dad of course, but I still got to look at her and be around her new, cheery self. There wasn't a woman in the store that could hold a candle to her and yet my father couldn't see it. He didn't just take her for granted, he completely ignored her.
But I didn't. I complimented Mom on her hair. Although it still didn't even touch her neck, she had done it up in a cute cut. In fact, looking at her, I loved the way I could see all of her slender neck and bare shoulders. I hoped she wouldn't grow it long again the way it used to be. I wanted to see as much of her beautiful skin as I could. Dad liked long hair and I decided then to convince Mom to keep hers short.
Surprisingly, Dad didn't go back to the store that night, despite his commitment to discuss Jennifer's situation with Mrs. Omed. I wondered what was up.
The next day I hung around the house. I waited to see if Mom thought Dad was coming home that afternoon but she didn't say anything and after lunch she didn't make excuses for taking a nap like she'd done before. Instead, she went out in the yard to garden.
Dad didn't come home for dinner. The first I knew about it was when Mom put a plate in the oven to keep warm.
"Where's Dad?"
"He's working late again. He works so hard. I really think you should help him out at the store."
"Mom, he doesn't want my help. I just get in the way."
"That's not true. You're a good worker. Your father told me so himself."
"Yeah? What did he say?"
"He said...um...that you were a hard worker but he thought you should get some experience outside of the store. But your father works hard and I think he needs your help. He's just too proud to ask for it."
An idea struck me.
"Maybe I could go down on Thursday and Friday nights?"
"That would be a start."
"Maybe Tuesdays too."
"That's the spirit."
"And Saturday afternoons."
"Don't make fun of me, Robbie."
"I'm not. I'm serious. I'll start tonight since it's Thursday."
"It's too late tonight. Start tomorrow instead. Maybe you can give your father a break so he can get home for a later dinner before going back until closing time."
"Okay Mom, but I'll just run down to see how things are going tonight."
"If you insist, but eat up now before your dinner gets cold.
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I sneaked back into the house after leaving that night, hopeful that Mom might get ready for another visit from Dad, but she was downstairs watching TV. Obviously, she didn't expect him home. I sat around, being quiet as a mouse, but soon got bored. I thought about Dad, and then Jennifer, which motivated me to get off my ass. I drove down to the store, got into the back loft in the usual spot, and waited.
Dad came in ten minutes before closing time and sat at his desk. People came in and said goodnight but Dad ignored them, supposedly consumed by paperwork. Mrs. Omed came in with the cash box, set it on the desk and stood behind Dad. He ignored her also until she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm leaving now, Mr. Horlock," she said in a voice louder than her proximity required. "I've asked Jennifer to stay and lock up tonight."
She leaned close to Dad's ear and said something I couldn't hear. He dropped his pencil and turned around, saw that they were alone, and patted her on her behind.
"Good girl," he said in a confidential tone.
Mrs. Omed laughed softly. "Don't work too hard," she said, then turned and left, amusement filling her face.
The lights dimmed through the door and Jennifer parted the curtain a few seconds later. She was wearing a nice dress that looked new. It looked like the kind of thing sold in our store.
"Mr. Horlock? Everything's locked up."
Dad put on his ignoring act.
"I'll be on my way then."
Jennifer started to leave but Dad swiveled his chair around and the hope that briefly flashed on Jennifer's face faded.
"Wait. No, don't turn around. That's a nice dress, Jennifer. It looks good on you."
"Thank you, Mr. Horlock."
Jennifer took a tentative step forward but stopped when Dad spoke again.
"Did you arrange for your babysitter to stay longer?"
Jennifer sighed. "Yes, Mr. Horlock."
"That's good, that's very good. Come closer, girl. No, don't turn around, just back up. That's it...wait...just stand there for a minute."
I could see embarrassment and even shame on Jennifer's face as she stood in front of Dad, her back to him, as he surveyed her slender body. A strange mixture of sympathy and excitement flowed through me and my cock began to swell.
"A nice dress, that's for sure, but it looks kind of long for you. Pull it up a bit."
Jennifer didn't move.
"Put your hands on the sides and slide it up your legs."
Jennifer did as she was told this time, her face very red. She stopped when the dress was half way up her thighs but Dad urged her to pull it up higher. She stopped again when the hem was just below her ass.
"Pull it right up. Let's see what kind of panties you picked out."
Jennifer started to comply but then paused. Her face was red as a beet.
"Pull it up," Dad snapped.
Jennifer took a deep breath and slid the dress up over her hips until it bunched at her waist. I could see a nice pair of red lace panties. My cock bulged in my shorts so I loosened the top button and carefully parted the zipper.
"Yeah, those are nice. I didn't know we had such nice ones in the store. I'll have to commend Mrs. Omed. Speaking of her, I hope she's been nicer to you today."
Jennifer mumbled something.
"What's that? Speak up."
"Yes."
"Good, good. Back up. All the way back."
Dad's hands rose from the arms of his chair and disappeared behind Jennifer. I could tell from her face he was touching her panties and then massaging her cheeks as she lurched forward a bit. Dad reached between Jennifer's legs to catch her, his fingers folding around to cup the front of her panties.
"Yeah, nice, real nice."
Dad 's hands returned to his lap and undid his belt. He parted his trousers and pulled his cock, already hard, out of his underwear.
"Pull them down."
"What?"
"Pull them down. They belong to me, not you."
Reluctantly, Jennifer pushed the red panties down until her ass was exposed. The panties stretched across her thighs, exposing a nice patch of pubic hair that was darker than the hair on her head but still blonde. Dad reached behind him and grabbed a small plastic squeeze bottle from the top of his desk and squirted an oily liquid on his cock. As he rubbed it in with one hand, he reached out with the other to poke at the bottom of Jennifer's ass.
"You'll need to trim that bush for me. Come closer."
Jennifer backed up but she could only go a half step before unexpectedly banging into Dad's chair. She lost her balance but Dad caught her, his hands grasping her waist under the dress.
"Can you feel that?" he asked.
Jennifer didn't answer. Her hands were trying to find the arms of Dad's chair so she could push herself back up but Dad held her firmly in place.
"I knew you'd be a little dry the first time," he said, "but next time you won't be, I promise."
Jennifer struggled but Dad steered her onto his cock. Her mouth opened the moment he began to penetrate her.
"Yeah, you're not used to that, are you?"
Jennifer's mouth remained open as Dad pulled her down until she was nestled in his lap.
"Do you like a big one, little girl? Huh?"
Dad was already moving inside her and Jennifer's face twisted in and out of several emotions as she tried to accommodate his big cock.
"Oh yeah. She likes that, doesn't she?" he talked to himself for her benefit.
Jennifer, slight as she was, was easily bounced up and down on Dad's lap as he both thrust and pulled her down on his meat.
"Oh yeah, we've got a convert now, don't we?"
Dad's hands slipped off of Jennifer's waist and grabbed her hands. Leaning forward, he half dumped her onto the floor but kept her from falling completely off the chair. Despite her awkward and uncomfortable position, he began fucking her hard, causing her whole upper body to flap around above the floor. I couldn't see the look on Jennifer's face because her long hair had fallen over her head.
Dad was banging her so hard Jennifer's head came into contact with the floor despite the firm grip me maintained on her arms, stretched behind her back. Seeing this, he leaned further forward and started banging her even harder, forcing her forehead to skid across the plastic carpet protector.
"It really fills a skinny little thing like you, doesn't it?"
Dad stood up and pulled Jennifer's head off the floor but kept her doubled over. He arched his back and wiggled his hips from side to side, digging his cock as deep as her could into Jennifer's cunt. Leaning over her, he grasped a handful of her hair and tugged her head up, then started fucking her hard again.
"Do you like that? Huh? Huh?"
Jennifer was too far gone to answer. I had thought she might be in pain, that she was struggling to bear this gross assault, but her face, exposed when Dad pulled her head up, was consumed with raw ecstasy. I was stunned. She did like it. In fact, from the look on her face, twisted up like it was with her mouth wide open, she absolutely loved it, I guessed because she hadn't had a big cock before and it really must feel different.
Dad stopped suddenly and spun Jennifer around to face the desk, his pants sliding down and puddling around his ankles. He pushed her onto the chair on her knees until the chair leaned back toward the desk. When it went over far enough, the legs kicked out and the chair started to skid out from the desk. Jennifer cried out but the chair quickly stopped. Dad had tied it to the inner legs of the desk, just inside each set of drawers, halting its fall.
Jennifer was now on her knees, leaning over the back of the chair and pushed half over the desk. Dad straddled the chair and stepped up behind Jennifer, put his hand around the back of her neck, and pushed her head onto the desk. As her ass lifted, Dad ducked, used his cock to scout for her hole, and shoved it in. Jennifer tried to lift her head but couldn't.
A very steady fuck followed. If any cops were on the beat walking the alley, they would have knocked on the front door to see what was going on. But there were no interruptions. Dad's pelvis noisily slapped against Jennifer's ass, adding to the din. My hand found my own cock and started stroking it in time with Dad's thrusts and Jennifer's moans. Yes, she was actually moaning. About half way through the pounding, she became quite vocal.
When Dad increased the fury of his attack, grabbing Jennifer's hair and pulling her up until her back was arched and her neck kinked with each forward lunge, she got even louder. She was loving it and it seemed clear that Jennifer had never been fucked like this, fucked hard and well. When Dad released her hair and grabbed her waist to hold her cunt in place for the final ravaging, Jennifer braced her hands on the desk and kept her torso lifted with her head thrown back.
When she came, you would have thought an animal was being gutted, it was so primordial. She slumped over but Dad lifted her and, with her body still perched on his cock, backed away from the chair and set her down on her feet. As soon as he turned her around she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Grasping her under the thighs, Dad lifted Jennifer and she squirmed around until she found and slid down over his cock, impaling herself.
"Ahhh Jenny, you're a good girl. Did you like that?"
Jennifer's head, buried in the nape of Dad's neck, nodded.
"If I was a younger man, I'd give you another go, but you'll have to wait lassie."
Dad reached around to cup Jennifer's ass. Immediately thereafter her head jerked up, mouth open in a silent wail.
"It's okay darlin', it's just a little finger is all. Nothing to worry about."
Dad's wrist wriggled and I knew he'd stuck a finger in Jennifer's ass.
"Just something to think about for next time," Dad said.
Jennifer buried her head back in Dad's shoulder and shook it. She said something but I couldn't make it out.
Dad laughed.
"Well, you probably didn't think getting fucked was going to be any fun either."
Jennifer mumbled again.
"Too big?" Dad laughed again. "You'd be surprised what you can take in there. Don't worry about it now. I wouldn't hurt you."
Dad lifted Jennifer off his cock and set her down on the floor.
"Go pick out a new dress for yourself."
Jennifer started to pick up her clothes but Dad stopped her.
"In the nude girl. I want to see you wandering out there butt-naked."
Jennifer scooted out of the office and into the store and Dad followed after pulling his pants up.
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Friday night at supper, I made sure Mom knew I was going down to help Dad at the store. I asked if she wanted me to take him some dinner but she declined, saying I should tell him to nip home for a good hot meal.
By the time I was ready to leave, Mom had turned out the living room lights. Seeing my expression, she explained that she was going upstairs to read until Dad came home. Mom's face seemed a little flushed and her breath a little short. She was excited, and that excited me because I knew my ploy had worked. With me at the store, Mom thought Dad would come home for a session. Fantastic! Damn right he would.
