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I got so hard I had to loosen the button at the top of my shorts and the zipper immediately spread them wide open and they slid down my legs until only my boxers were covering my huge erection. It bulged against the stretchy, black material and I nestled it against Susan's bare ass just above her matching black panties, still clinging to her pussy.
"Rock against her."
I complied immediately, bulging my cock against Susan's ass repeatedly. The camera click, more of an intrusion now than an excuse or instigation but Susan didn't seem to mind and I let her hair slip from my grasp. Her forehead dropped onto the bench and her bum pushed into me as I slipped the hand that had been holding her hair around to grasp her tit. My other hand flipped the waistband of my boxers down, freeing my cock. I grabbed it and steered it toward Susan's moist pussy.
"STOP!"
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I was furious with Mom after Susan left. She had as much as offered to get me into Susan's pants and then stopped me right when I was on the verge of success. WTF?
There was only one possible explanation: Mom was jealous and wanted me for herself; only, she couldn't bring herself to go that last step. Well, I would fix that. She must be close to have done what she did, but a little extra attention to the doll wouldn't hurt before turning the heat on Mom to push her over the edge.
I retrieved the doll from under my pillow where I now kept it, totally nude, and started my standard work up: teasing strokes with the dainty paintbrush interspersed with strategically placed licks from the tip of my tongue. I was in a rush to get down to Mom before the erotic glow from the photo shoot wore off but, as it was, I spent too much time on the doll.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mom demanded.
I shrunk into the bed, curling over to hide the doll, but it was way too late for that. Mom grabbed my shoulder and pried me onto my back, exposing the doll I held in one hand. I had let the paintbrush drop but Mom saw it.
"So, you have one of those too, do you?"
I stared at Mom, unmoving, still shell-shocked by her unexpected entrance.
"Where did you get it? From Billy?"
I remained mute.
"Vanessa didn't think Billy would know what to do with it, thought he might stick pins in it, but you knew exactly what to do, didn't you?" Mom accused.
My eyes widened in a dumb expression of ignorance but Mom smiled and reached out to touch the doll.
"It doesn't look much like me," she mused, "but you still thought it would work?" She looked down at my crotch, which for some reason remained swollen, and laughed. "Apparently so."
Mom's hand moved south and smoothed the front of my shorts.
"You're turning your life around, Jeff, and that's the reason for what's happened. A little more than I bargained for but, as long as you stay on track, I'll keep my end of the bargain. You don't need this doll."
Mom pried the doll from my fingers and let it fall onto the bed. She leaned over me, the palm of her hand rubbing and pressing along the underside of my shaft bulging under my shorts.
"Did that little tramp make you hot?" she cooed, dragging her breasts up my chest, her free arm curling around my neck as she buried her face and started nibbling my neck. Her hand pressed harder on my cock and her fingers started undoing my shorts. As soon as my cock was freed Mom captured it in her hand, squeezing tight as she pulled it up into prominence. "You don't need her either," Mom purred.
Mom's lips covered mine and her tongue inserted itself in my mouth, her hand gripping my cock hard.
"I wasn't thinking about her," I gasped when Mom pulled her face up from mine. "I was thinking about you."
"Oh? Were you thinking of that dirty thing you did to me yesterday? You're so bad," Mom rasped, "but that's okay, as long as it's at home."
I could tell by the huskiness of Mom's voice that she was super excited. Her legs had been churning on mine and she suddenly shifted on top of me, bending my cock back and pressing it flat with her tummy. She found my mouth again and kissed me hard, pushing her tongue inside. I found her skirt-covered ass and fondled her cheeks but it humped against me of its own accord without any pressure from my hands.
She was urgent. I needn't have worried about her losing her edge. The excitement instilled by watching me with Susan was still burning, desperate for release. If she wasn't still wearing her skirt and panties, Mom wouldn't be dry humping me, we'd be fucking. She was ready to be taken.
I flipped the skirt up onto Mom's back and grabbed her pantied ass, sucking her tongue deeper into my mouth. After a few multi-fingered digs between her legs along the back of her panties, I yanked them down, baring her ass. Mom moaned and I immediately explored her wet lips while the sound was still fresh in my ears.
Pressing my cock up hard, I wiggled it from side to side until damp groove find its proper place around my shaft. Humping upward, I shifted her onto my fingers squeezing between her ass and the panties stretched across the back of her thighs. Gradually, I worked her farther onto my fingers until her pussy was filled with them. I sucked my gut in to make room for my left hand, squeezed it between our bellies to grasp my cock, and angled it upward until it nudged into her puffy lips at the entrance to the Holy Grail.
"No, Jeff!" Mom cried, suddenly becoming aware of my intention and jerking her hips back to foil me. "We can't, I told you we can't," she wailed, the damp, taboo garden hovering above my yearning tip. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Anything else, but not that."
"Please, Mom. I need you," I whined, trying through a series of upward stabs to embed myself in the forbidden nectar.
"No, I can't. Let me suck you instead."
Mom tried to slide down but my hand held her ass in place.
"No, I want you," I demanded.
"I'm sorry, honey." She kissed my face, gently, true sorrow filling her face. "I'll let you do that thing again, on my face," she offered.
I shook my head. "No. I don't want to do that anymore."
"Why?" Mom asked. "I don't mind. Really." Her fingers tickled my face.
"Yes you do. I don't know why I did it but I felt bad after."
"But you liked it when you did it, didn't you?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"Did it make you feel strong and manly?" Mom teased, her lips brushing mine.
"I guess."
"Good. I like it when you feel like that, in control of your life, and not stealing cars or painting walls."
"I'd feel really powerful if you let me do you."
"I can't let you do that, Jeff. I'll let you do that other thing, but not that."
"What about drugs?" I played my trump card.
Mom stiffened. "What about them?"
"I won't do drugs if you let me."
There, it was out. I had made my play. We never talked about my sister. It was a taboo subject. Nevertheless, I was dead set against drugs, but Mom didn't know that, not for sure, anyway.
I pushed my hips up until my cock grazed Mom's belly. She relaxed and lowered herself until her moist heat was pressing me flat on my stomach again.
"Don't ever do drugs. You hear me?"
"I won't, Mom, as long as you let me," I whispered, rubbing my cock on her softness, loving her moistness clutching my balls.
"If you do drugs, I'll never talk to you again."
"I won't, Mom."
Mom pulled her hips up and I readied my cock for the sweet entrance. This was going to be glorious, simply glorious.
Mom kept drawing back, then lifted herself onto one knee and swung off my bed.
"And get rid of that silly doll."
She turned and walked out of the room, panties still stretched around bottom of her ass, pushing her skirt down into place.
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I was stunned. I had fucked up, big time, gone for the gold and got dirt. What did I do now? Here I was, having almost won the lottery, sitting on my bed with a big hardon and no way to satisfy it. As the full weight of my failed attempt settled over me, my cock wilted with each pang of regret. Was it all over?
I was at the depth of despair, shoulders hunched and cock limp, when the phone buzzed. It was Billy. Fuck, I didn't want to listen to his whining. I had my own issues to deal with. What the fuck, I opened the phone.
"Hey man, what's happening?"
"Nothing," I said, unable to conceal the sound of my crushing defeat.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I barked.
"Oh, still can't get your old lady to cough up." He laughed at the implication of his words. "Sorry man, but listen up. This will make you feel better. You remember last time how pissed off I was about Mom not letting me blow my wad on her?"
"Yeah," I replied sullenly. "So what?"
"Well, I just finished giving her a paint job," he chuckled. "And, I mean a two-coater, a real doozer."
"What are you talking about?"
"I covered her, dude, in my paint, my goo," Billy laughed loudly.
"How..."
"She came downstairs last night after Dad went to bed and we started the same old, same old, you know. Eventually, she undid my pants and started to go down on me but I said no, so she says, 'What's up?' so I pull out a lude and say she's been so good to me I have to be honest with her, that I've been doing drubs but this is my last one and I won't do anymore."
"You pulled it out right in front of her?"
"Yeah," Billy giggled. "I remembered I had rubbed the doll's nose in it, saying to myself, if you won't let me blow on you I'll do this right under your fucking nose. Anyway, she looks at it and says, 'I was afraid you might be doing drugs.' So I say, I don't anymore and start to throw it on the table. Then I stops and asks her if she's ever done any and she says 'No' but I can see she's lying, so I says, why don't we do it together, your first and my last? She says 'No' and I say come on, Mom and she finally relents, so we do it."
"You got your old lady to do a lude?"
"Yeah! It was awesome, man. We got all high and giggly and then she starts going over a bit and I got worried for a while but she was okay so I pull her head down and put my cock into her mouth. Well, shit, by this time I'm all soft and everything but her mouth feels good and I start getting hard. What a feeling, pushing your soft cock into a woman's mouth and feeling it get hard while its all warm and wet."
"So, she's pretty listless, right? I start humping but her head's flopping around so I grab it and start pulling it up and down on my cock and I realize this is exactly what I was hoping she would let me do and maybe I can do whatever I want in the state she's in so I start fucking her face for real, really going to town on it. Well, man, she just takes whatever I dish out. Hard, soft, deep, into her cheeks, pulling it out and slapping her face with it, anything I can think of. So I get her around onto her back on the coffee table, with a pillow at one end and her head hanging over it, and start fucking her throat."
"Jesus Christ, Billy."
"Yeah, I know," he cried, misinterpreting my outburst. "Fucking awesome, hey?"
"Yeah, sure," I said.
"Anyway, she doesn't take it too well at first, gagging and stuff, but then she gets used to it and I'm like fucking her face for real man, and then I just unloaded on her. All over. Fuck, it was hot. I covered her face and it looked so fucking hot, then I jacked off and dropped another load on her."
"Jesus Christ, Billy," I repeated, this time the disgust showing through.
"I know, I know," he responded in glee. "That ain't the half of it. I sat on the couch and waited for her to get up but she didn't. She just lay there, covered in my shit, so I went to the bathroom and got a towel and cleaned her up. Thank God the old man didn't wake up and come down. Wouldn't that have been a fucker, to see her like that with my shit all over her face?"
"Yeah, you'd be dead."
"Maybe. Anyway, I clean her up but she's still lying there like that and after a while I start getting horny again. I'm looking at her tits, pushed up through her tight sweater, and I can tell she's not wearing a bra so I pull it up and start playing around. Well, damned if her nips don't perk right up, so I pull her skirt up and start playing with her snooch and she just lays there, man!"
"What did you do? Finger her?"
"Finger her?" Billy guffawed. "I fucked her!"
"You fucked her?" Envy filled my voice.
"Yeah. I picked her up and put her on the couch. I shoved her sweater up so I could grab her tits, pushed her legs way up and got on top of her, yanked her panties off and was in her in two secs, humping away. She wasn't very wet but she got there soon enough."
"Holy Christ," I mumbled, picturing Billy crouched over his sexy-looking mom, legs thrown back over her shoulders, humping up and down.
"I didn't last long," he admitted, "but I had her a second time and that took me a while."
"So you think she'll remember?" I asked, displaying my ignorance of drugs.
"It was just a lude, man. She knew what was happening, she just didn't care."
"So you think she'll let you do it without the drugs?"
"Naw, probably not."
"Too bad," I sympathized but in reality feeling glad.
"We did another one this afternoon after I got home from work and I did her again."
"What?"
"Yeah! Mom likes the ludes. I used to think she was a real bitch, man," he laughed, "and she is... my bitch. I can have her anytime I want, any way I want," he cackled.
"As long as she's on drugs."
"Yeah, probably, but I got lots of drugs. I think I might do her in the ass tonight."
"Goodbye, Billy."
"What, you're still pissed because your old lady won't let you do anything?"
"I don't think you should be giving drugs to your old lady."
"Fuck you. You're just jealous, you wiener. Give me some buck for dope and maybe I'll let you have a crack at her. We can take turns unloading on the bitch," Billy cackled.
I hung up. What an asshole.
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Looking around the store, I almost ran out. It seemed eons ago that Billy and I had first come in here but it was just as eerie. Footsteps shuffled toward me from behind the hanging beads although I had entered quietly and there was no door chime. The beads parted and the caricature pushed through. I couldn't help stepping back.
"So, it didn't work and now you want your money back?"
"Yeah, I guess it didn't," I mumbled.
She opened the box. "You didn't stick it full of pins, or nothing, did you?"
"No. I don't hate my mother."
She lifted the doll toward the ceiling, as if there was more light there in which to examine it.
"No, I 'spose not," she said. "Not like that other kid, anyway."
"You want some money back?"
"I guess."
"You guess? Maybe you'd like another try?"
"It doesn't work," I said.
"That's because you need two of them," the caricature said, smiling in a way that somehow made her look less ugly.
"We got two of them. Billy's keeping his."
"That's not what I mean. I mean, you need two to make this one do what you want."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Look at me boy."
I looked at her. It was hard, not because of the way she looked but because her gaze was penetrating.
"I know what you want the doll to do and it can do it, but it needs help."
I gulped. "What kind of help?"
"Like I said, another doll, or I could give you ten bucks for this one."
"Ten bucks, that's all?"
"This is a business, not a charity." Her voice softened, "Tell you what. You try the other doll—I'll give it to you for free—and if it doesn't work, bring them both back and I'll give you twenty bucks."
"I take two dolls, and you'll give me twenty, otherwise you'll only give me ten for this one?" I paraphrased to make sure I understood.
"You got it, sugar." I was treated to a hoarse, smoker's laugh, then seriously, "But you have to promise to give it a good try."
"A good try?"
"You know what I mean."
I blushed.
"Yes, I see you do." The hoarse laugh erupted again. "It worked for that other woman's kid."
She couldn't have meant Billy. I'd already mentioned him.
"Gary?" I asked.
"We don't use no names in here," she was serious again.
"Okay," I said.
Fifteen minutes later I walked out of the store, the doll of Mom in the box, along with another that was a very poor likeness of me.
"The best I can do on short notice," she had said.
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I didn't know what to do with the new doll. I had taken it only because I could get twenty bucks when I brought them both back instead of ten just for the one of Mom. So, I'd wait a few days and take it back.
I avoided Mom as much as possible but still had to eat dinner with her and Dad. She was nice as pie to me but I was sure that was so Dad didn't suspect there was something wrong between us. I was polite but not forthcoming. I simply felt awkward in Mom's presence now and just wanted to get up to my room so I could be alone.
Billy called a couple of times but I ignored him. The only sound in my room was the distant sound of the television downstairs. About ten o'clock my parents came upstairs and took turns using their bathroom, then everything was quiet.
I browsed around on the internet, hung out on a gaming site for a while, then got tired of it and went to bed. I lay there for at least an hour, unable to get to sleep. Frustrated, I got the dolls out of the box, laid them on my bed, and looked at them. How the hell was the extra doll, the one of me, supposed to make the other one work? I didn't get it. Didn't the old witch know how far it had taken me? Despite what Mom said, I didn't believe for a minute she would have done what she had just to stop me from doing graffiti or joy-riding in someone's car and, evidently, even from doing drugs.
So what was I supposed to do with two dolls? Rub them together? I put the one of me on top of Mom but it fell off. Disgruntled, I opened Mom's arms and legs and nestled me between, then pushed Mom's arms and legs around me. The dolls stayed together, with me stretched out in the missionary position on top of Mom, her raised and spread knees keeping me from rolling off.
So what now? I pushed down on the ass of the me-doll, rocking it into the mom-doll, in a simulated fucking motion. Hump, hump, hump.
How fucking ridiculous. I laughed out loud and knocked the dolls apart.
"Shhhhhh, you'll wake your father," Mom whispered.
I whirled around. Mom was gently pushing my door closed, taking great care to be quiet. She turned back to me, smiled, then walked toward me.
"Mind if I sit down?"
I shifted sideways, away from Mom, belatedly seeing that I was leaving the dolls near her beside one of the pillows, but she didn't seem to see them.
"Are you still mad at me?" Mom asked.
"No. I thought you were mad at me."
"I was, but only for a while. I still love you, I'll always love you."
"You're not angry because of what I said?"
"Not any more. I know you were just trying to get something you really wanted." Mom reached out and brushed the side of my face. "I could never stay mad at you sweetie."
"But you said..."
"I know what I said but I also know that you'd never do drugs, not after what happened to your sister, and if you did I would be there to help you. I would never turn you away."
I choked back tears.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean what I said."
"I know you didn't, dear," Mom comforted me, leaning down to hug me. "I know you loved your sister."
I put my arms around Mom's shoulders and squeezed her tight. I kissed the side of her face and then hugged her harder.
"I'm sorry I tried to push you. I know you can't. I understand."
"That's all right, baby. Now we know where we stand and we can just carry on from where we left off."
