Chapter 4

Allyson had been out all day. When she returned around five o'clock, he hurried down to see her. He'd left early for practice, and hadn't seen her since yesterday night when they'd fucked. He was worried now about how she was reacting.

She was wearing a heavy sweater over jeans. Her back was to him as she unpacked some things and put them away in the cupboards. He walked up beside her and leaned against the counter a foot away.

She turned and glanced at him briefly before returning to her unpacking.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi."

"Get everything done?" She nodded.

"How you feeling?"

"Fine."

"That's good." She unpacked some more things in silence, not looking at him. Her skin was flushed.

"How you feel about last night?" he asked. She faltered, then continued putting things away.

"Forget it." she said, quietly.

"No way I can do that, not ever."

"Well, try."

"Don't want to." She stopped, and turned to him, her face set.

"Jeff." she stopped, considering her words. "What happened yesterday was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. It was my fault and it won't happen again, ever." she glared at him.

"Why?"

"Why?' He nodded.

"Why?"

"You know why," she hissed.

"Nope, I don't. I liked it. You liked it. I know you came a bunch of times." Her skin reddened further.

"That's not the point," she said, despairingly.

"Look, you know why incest is supposed to be bad? It's bad because you get two headed babies and stuff. Well, all that was before the pill. We don't have to worry about that?" He frowned suddenly.

"You are on the pill, aren't you?"

"That's none of your business," she said, in exasperation.

"Is too. Anyway, I liked fucking you, and I want to do it again, a lot."

"Well you can't," she groaned. "God. If anyone ever found out... What would Paige think?"

"Who cares what that spoiled little brat thinks?"

"I do for one," she frowned.

"She won't find out anyway."

"Look, we are not going to do that again, and... "

His hand slid behind her neck, pulling her face to him, and his mouth fastened tightly against hers. Her lips opened in surprise as his engulfed them, and his tongue slid forward, moving into her mouth. His other hand slid down onto her chest, squeezing her breast as she struggled weakly against him.

She pushed franticly on his chest, and tried to pull her head away. She could feel her juices starting to rise, feel her pussy instantly begin to lubricate and ignite as his hand moved over her breast.

She was backed against he counter with nowhere to escape as his hungry mouth slid against hers and his hand slid down between her legs. He cupped her crotch tightly, and a searing blaze of heat shot up her spine.

Finally, she twisted away, shoving him back, and staggering backwards.

"J... Jeff," she gasped.

"I know. That was dumb. Paige is upstairs after all. I'll wait," he grinned. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving her shivering slightly. Her legs unconsciously opened and closed, squeezing her pussy, and she caught her hand just as she was reaching for her groin.

When he got back to his room, his eyes opened in stunned amazement. Bits of white paper were scattered all over the floor from wall to wall. He leaned down and picked some up. One had a piece of a curved arrow on it. He glanced up quickly to his desk, and saw the playbook missing.

"Fucking bitch," he hissed, furiously.

He stormed out of his room and down the hall to Paige's door. It was locked. He grinned nastily. The lock was one of those bedroom locks meant for privacy, not keeping out burglars or anything. It had a little hole in the middle of the doorknob and required only a stiff piece of wire to unlock.

He grabbed a coathanger from the closet and straightened the end, then moved back to her door. He pushed the end of the coathanger into the little hole and felt the knob turn under his hand.

He shoved the door open. Paige was standing by her bed, clad only in a tiny pair of string bikini panties and matching half bra. She whirled around and yelped in surprise as he stomped into the room.

"You think that was funny, you little slut?" She rushed towards the closet, but he grabbed her arm, twirling her around and dragging her to a chair.

He sat down and pulled the struggling her across his lap. "You want to act like a spoiled little bitch and I'll treat you like one," he yelled. His hand slapped down on her upturned buttocks, making a loud CRACK. Paige cried out in pain, her body thrashing franticly.

He easily pinned her two small hands together and brought his hand down on her ass again, and again, and again, and again.

Paige squalled and shrieked and cursed as his hand repeatedly came down on her quickly reddening buttocks. Her tiny bikini panties were no protection at all as his big hand continued to assault her tender ass cheeks.

She was both furious and mortified, not to mention in pain from his whacking hand. There was nothing she could do about it though. She felt her ass burn hotter and hotter as he continued to spank her harshly. She knew it must be red as an apple now. It felt like it was glowing with heat.

Jeff gave her a few more spanks. Her small panties had pulled up between her asscheeks, leaving them mostly bare. He saw how red they were and figured that was enough. He dumped her on the floor and stood up, pointing his finger at her. "You behave like a child again and you'll get more of the same," he warned.

"Bastard," she half sobbed. He turned and left. The door slammed shut behind him.

Paige glared furiously at the closed door, checking to make sure it was locked this time. How could she be so fucking stupid as to forget to lock it anyway? She was sure it had been locked.

She stripped down her panties and turned her ass to the full length mirror on her wall, examining herself in it. Her ass was a bright cherry red, matching the hot ache she felt from down there. She touched it lightly with her hand and winced slightly.

She noticed suddenly that not all the heat was coming from that side of her. She turned away, picking up her panties to put them on again. Her eyes noted the dark damp spot at the center, and she glanced down at herself in surprise.

She slid a hand down between her legs and slid a finger along her slit. It came away soaking wet. She couldn't believe it, but abruptly realized that not all the heat she was feeling was from her ass.

His Mom said goodnight with a kind of calm wariness, as if expecting something from him. He replied in a nonchalant manner and she left. He waited twenty minutes or so before going to her door.

It was locked. He grinned at it. Neither one of them seemed to understand what the little hole in the knob was for and how easy it was to get through these.

He got his trusty hanger and went back, pushing it into the hole and turning the knob.

He set it down and then pushed the door open and went through. It was dark inside as he closed the door behind him. It wasn't too dark to see her small white form sitting up in bed, staring at him through wide eyes.

He moved towards her.

"Jeff. Go away," she breathed.

"Not right now Mom."

He dropped his pyjama bottoms and stood next to the bed naked. She swallowed nervously as she looked up at his naked body. He was outlined clearly in a shaft of moonlight that came through the mirror. The shadowy light played across his muscular frame, making him look like a one of those greek statues in the museum. Except for...

She swallowed again, and her breathing quickened. Jesus he was big. His cock was easily ten inches and was pointing straight out from his body, straight at her face.

He pulled the covers away, revealing her nude form. She scrambled backwards, sitting curled up in the far corner of the bed. He smiled and bent forward, his hand sliding around her thing, delicate ankle. He pulled her towards him, as she whimpered slightly.

He pulled her along the bed till her ass was right on the edge, then he abandoned her leg, grabbing her wrist instead, hauling her up to a sitting position.

His cock was right in front of her face, and her eyes stared at it as if transfixed. He pushed it toward her lips, and they slowly parted. His cockhead pressed against them, forced them wider as it slowly slid between them.

Allyson moaned as the cockhead moved into her mouth. She tasted the pre-cum on the tip, and licked it. The taste sent a shiver through her system. She began sliding her tongue up and down the thick shaft, paying specially attention to the head.

Her lips started to rub up and down the shaft as her head bobbed forward and back. Her hands came up and slid up and down his thighs, then moved around to cup and squeeze his buttocks. Her fingers dug deep grooves in the flesh as she kneaded the skin.

His hand was on the back of her head, tangled in her hair, forcing her movements. He wanted her to swallow his cum and began rutting against her face.

He stood straight as a board, his hands both on her head, helping her mouth engulf his big prong. His eyes closed as his cock sang with excitement.

Then he felt his gut heave, felt his cock spasm, and the sperm spray out through the end. He held her face over him as he shot his wads into her mouth.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. "Suck it Mom. Swallow my juice!" His prick softened only slightly as he pulled out of her. He pulled her up and hugged her tightly enough to make her wince in pain. His mouth sought hers, and they kissed deeply.

Then he pulled away, turning her around and pushing her forward onto the bed. He stood behind her as she knelt at the edge of the bed. His eyes closed briefly and he sighed in wonderment at the splendid sight of her ass displayed before him.

"God you've got a gorgeous little ass, Mom," he groaned.

He moved against her, taking his prick in his hand and pushing the end against her oily cunt chute. He slid easily into her, pushing eight inches of his cock into her crotch hole before there was any difficulty.