Chapter 5

Earlier, when Becky had followed Vince along the trail, she hadn’t been sure just what she was going to do, because she wasn’t sure just what Vince was up to. But when she’d watched him licking Tara and that Tara was responding, a daring idea had come to her. She didn’t mind Vince making it with Tara, but she wanted the same privilege for herself. Now that she’d seen the boy naked, seen his eagerness to fuck, she was desperate to get her hands on him. So she took a gamble, and made her way towards Vince’s room.

She was the first to enter his room. Becky was pretty sure that Tara wouldn’t come visit Vince after she pushed him away at the lake, which meant Becky had enough time to play with the boy.

Vince entered his room about ten minutes after Becky. He was surprised to find her there.

“Mrs. Simmons. What are you doing here?”

“A better question is what were you doing with your mother by the lake?”

Vince’s eyes widened in horror.

“Did your mother tell you that incest is a crime? If I were to tell someone, they’ll put your mother and you in prison.”

“Please, Mrs. Simmons. Please don’t tell anyone,” Vince begged.

“OK. I won’t tell anyone, but you need to give me something that I want,” Becky Simmons said.

“What is it, Mrs. Simmons?” Vince asked.

Becky came near Vince and gently cupped his crotch through his pants. Vince was stunned. He had no idea what to expect. He knew adults had big hangups about “fidelity.” Marriage seemed to him such a dismal and crazy notion, the idea of swearing to fuck only one person for the rest of your life! But he knew how deeply a lot of grownups believed in it, and he was surprised when Mrs. Simmons blatantly expressed her desire to fuck him.

He was very surprised, however, at Becky’s desire to fuck him. Suddenly everything was cool, Becky indicated her desire to make out with Vince! He’d never dreamed of such a possibility.

And Vince wasn’t at all certain that he liked the idea of making love to Becky Simmons. She was considerably older than his mother and not nearly as attractive. In fact as he watched her remove her clothes, he felt repelled. She was fat and flabby, her large tits sagging too much for his taste, her belly loose and slack. She had a much larger snatch than his mother, and it was a dull blonde color mixed with gray. She seemed ancient to him and completely unsexy. Vince wondered how he could politely excuse himself from touching her. He felt his erection shrinking.

But he reckoned without Becky’s eagerness and experienced skill. For thirty years she had devoted a large part of her time and energy to amusing Clyde in bed, to taking care of his exceptional sexual needs, and the more her beauty faded, the harder she’d worked to keep him faithful by giving him exotic experiences no other woman could supply. Now, sensing Vince’s reluctance, she prepared to apply all that skill and experience to him.

Walking swiftly to him, giving him no time to speak or react, Becky eased him down onto the bed, rolled him onto his back, and knelt between his legs. She undressed him and seized his tight ass, raised him up, and began licking noisily, hotly, all over his prick, testicles, and anus. Her tongue was fluttery, teasing, and extremely exciting to Vince, who sighed, closed his eyes, and lay back to enjoy her attentions. Becky licked and tasted him greedily, admiring the smooth perfection of his body, especially the hairless genitals. Salivating heavily, she sucked one testicle into her mouth, teased it with her tongue, and felt it swell and stiffen. She spat it out and repeated the action on the other soft nut, making it swell and tingle also. For a few delicious moments she gobbled his half-erect penis, curling it in her tongue, drawing in her cheeks sharply to create a tight juicy nest, then sucking loudly and swiftly. Vince responded with squeals of delight and a renewed fierce erection. Then Becky spat out his ready cock, raised him even higher, parted his legs wider, and stuffed her slick stiff tongue deep into his tight pungent anus. The boy groaned ecstatically as she reamed him, probing deeply, licking up all his essence. Vince felt as if he could cum then and there, but he held himself back, hoping for even more exciting things.

Finally she eased him down again, licking her lips and grinning lewdly at him. “Well, darling,” she cooed, “that was just for openers, to introduce myself, you might say. Now we’ll do whatever you want. Got any ideas?”

“Yeah,” Vince cried eagerly, “let’s fuck!”

Becky had to laugh: His innocence, his horniness, were so obvious. “You ever done it before?” she asked.

“No,” panted Vince, “but I want to, so badly! Could we, Mrs. Simmons, please?”

“Call me Becky, darling,” she said and smiled. “And, yes, of course we can fuck. Anything you want.”

“Oh, wow!” sighed Vince. He felt he just had to be dreaming! At last it was going to happen!

Becky studied him a moment before proceeding. She wanted him to do her in the ass, a practice she enjoyed very much, but she recognized how eager the boy was to have his first real fuck, and she was excited about the prospect of taking his virginity. So the thing was to assume a position in which her cunt would be as tight as possible. She lay down on her back, keeping her legs as close together as she could while still leaving room for Vince’s hips.

“Okay, sweetheart,” she leered, “go to it!”

Vince’s eyes bulged with wonder, and for a moment he still couldn’t believe she actually meant it. But when she held out her arms, he eagerly went into them, scrambling on top of her, wedging his slim legs between her fat thighs, and probing blindly with his ready cock. Luckily, Becky was creaming violently, and his stiff tool slid right into place, slipping quickly into the slick furnace of her vagina.

“Ahhhhhhh!” wailed Becky as he penetrated her, his hot balls coming to rest against her ass. His prick was sure as hell stiff enough! She clutched him fiercely and moaned, “Oh, yes, do it to me, baby, fuck me hard, don’t holdback!”

Vince couldn’t have disobeyed even if he’d wanted to. Even in his very first fuck, Nature guided him, urging him to jab and probe and saw as swiftly and hard as he could, to seek maximum friction from the velvety red-hot sheath that held his sensitive penis. Delicious heady sensations issued from his glans every time he butted her pulpy cunt walls, and he began to buck his hips with animal ferocity, so that their bellies slapped loudly with each thrust. God, it was great, greater even than he’d imagined! And to add to his pride and pleasure, Mrs. Simmons was really digging it, wailing without shame, bucking her hips in time to his motion, her plump face twisted with sensual delight. Vince felt tremendous power, knowing he could turn this older woman to jelly with the swift thrusts of his young cock.

Soon, he filled Becky Simmons’ pussy with his jizz and collapsed on her.

Becky flushed with horniness and sighed loudly. She pulled his cock out and got on all fours. She told Vince to get behind her.

“All right, Vince, dear,” she purred, “you come behind me and lick me!”

Vince went behind her and licked her cunt.

“Oh, no dear,” Becky said, “the other hole! I want you to fuck me there.”

“The other what?” gawked Vince. He’d never heard of that practice before, and he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. Anyhow, he didn’t have an erection. It looked hopeless. But at least his limpness was an excuse to get out of fucking her asshole. “I don’t have a cock stand,” he explained.

Becky sighed loudly. “Well come here, then, and I’ll see what I can do about it.”

Vince walked over to her, not knowing quite what she wanted him to do, but Becky quickly made it clear by flinging her arm around his waist and drawing him to her side, so that he stood nestled against her, his floppy peter grazing her cheek. She twisted her neck, careful not to move the rest of her body, and suddenly seized Vince’s limp tool between her lips and sucked it into her steaming mouth.

“Ahhhhh!” yelped Vince, falling against her and clutching her shoulders.

He heard Becky chuckle as she began to suck him tightly, vigorously. Sharp jolts of pleasure issued from his still-limp cock, and he felt his balls tingling excitedly. Mrs. Simmons really knew how to suck cock, better, he had to admit, than his mother! She somehow made her mouth very tight and juicy, better than a cunt, and even while she sucked him, she managed to wriggle a little finger into his tight asshole, pumping mischievously, and to tickle his balls in a way that made him squeal and writhe with pleasure. He still wasn’t sure that he liked the idea of sticking his peter in her asshole, but he’d worry about that when the moment arrived. Right now he intended just to enjoy what she was doing to him with her mouth and her expert teasing tongue.

She felt Vince’s prick growing stiff in her busily sucking mouth.

“Okay, honey,” she said, spitting him out, “you know what to do now!”

Vince stood there a moment, looking down at his stiffened cock, rosy from her sucking. He wanted to get his rocks off badly enough, that was for sure, but did he want to actually fuck her anus? He didn’t like the idea much. Maybe he could pretend to make a mistake, go into the wrong hole. But the way she was squatting, with her vaginal opening tucked under her, he doubted he could make the connection. Oh, well, he could at least try. The boy stepped around behind her, knelt, seized his ready cock, aimed it, and found nothing available but the brownish wrinkled mouth of her asshole. He hesitated.

“Come on, baby, shove it in!” Becky wailed impatiently. “What’re you waiting for?”

Vince saw nothing for it but to obey her, much as he disliked the idea. If he angered her, she might contrive some punishment, and while he wasn’t worried about himself, he feared for his mother. He’d do anything to protect Tara! Gritting his teeth, the boy wedged the red head of his penis into Becky’s gasping anal opening, and shoved.

Instantly he was glad. My God, it was just like a cunt in there, only much tighter and more hot, a much better fit for his cock. With a happy moan, he began to pump, feeling delicious friction with every movement. Yes, sir, old Becky really knew what she was doing!

And she liked it, too, surprising as it seemed to Vince. “Yeah, yeah, honey!” she said. “Beautiful! Do it to me, fuck my ass, baby! Ahhhhhh, it’s great!”

Vince shrugged, then happily humped away. What the hell? If she liked it and he liked it, then what could be wrong with it?

Becky Simmons gave a wild cry of impending orgasm. Becky’s pussy juices were streaming copiously into the bed, and her fat features were twisted in a grimace of lust as Vince noisily and lustily fucked her ass.

“Ohhhh, God!” she wailed. “Too much! I’m gonna cum, ahhhh, AHHHHHH, AHHHHHH!!”

Her plump body rocked and writhed in powerful spasms of orgasm. But Vince managed to stay mounted, and in another moment he was yelping joyfully as he pumped his hot seed into the depths of her asshole. Then she and Vince fell into the bed, smiling blissfully and panting.

Becky took Vince’s face in her hand and she kissed him deeply.

“I really loved that, Mrs. Simmons. Can we do that again tomorrow?”

“I don’t think that’s possible, honey,” Becky said. “I’m going home omorrow.”

Vince hung his head. Becky was saddened by his disappointment.

“You don’t need an old lady like me, you’ve got your mother don’t you?”

“So, you won’t ... you won’t?”

Becky smiled.

“No, honey. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Simmons. But I don’t think my mother wants to do that with me,” Vince said.

“Look, I saw her with you near the lake. Trust me, she wants you. She might have a few hangups, but be persistent and she’ll come around.”

Becky and Vince kissed one last time before she got dressed and left for her room.

Tara was taking a walk when Harold approached her.

“Mr. Davis. How can I help you?”

“Hello, Ms. Johnson. I ... I ... just wanted to talk to you about something.”

Tara smiled to herself. She knew what he wanted to talk about. She had seen him looking at her.

“I know, Mr. Davis.”

Harold raised his eyebrow.

“Yes, I do. And my answer is unfortunately no.”

“May I ask why?”

“Long ago, I fell in love with someone, but he gave me a child and abandoned me, betrayed my trust. I don’t think I can trust anyone again.”

“You seem to trust your son a lot.”

“I don’t think I do. I barely know that kid. Any affection I have for him is probably just motherly instinct.”

“You seemed to trust him a lot when frolicking with him near the lake.”

Tara was shocked.

“Yes, I know, Ms. Johnson. I accidentally saw you both. You may want to be more discreet when you’re having one of your “sessions” with your son.”

Tara was scared, She feared Harold would blackmail her like Clyde tried to. She regained her courage when she remembered how he had dealt with Clyde.

Harold saw the fear in her eyes and he reassured her immediately.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Johnson. I don’t intend to blackmail you or do something else to you. I just wanted to ask you out on a date. If you want to refuse, then I won’t force you or blackmail you.”