Chapter 2

If it had not been for Candy.

If it had not been for the erotic nature within her mind and body.

Barbara sat in her bedroom, darkness cloaking her. She was not aware that night had come. She had fled to her room in embarrassment when her son had come home earlier than she had expected, and that was where she stayed.

At first Barbara had cried, but not because of sucking Candy’s cunt; she cried because her son had caught her with her face buried in Candy’s cunt. She cried because she was embarrassed. She cried most of all because Candy was her son’s girlfriend.

Barbara was thirty-eight years old. She had been a widow for ten of those years. She had looked and speculated and dreamed about certain men, but she had not taken any of them into her bed.

Barbara had felt that by flicking some man, she would be cheating not just herself, but the memory of her husband. And, too, she had her son to consider. It would not do for him to. see a stream of strange men coming and going with her.

It had been Candy who brought all the suppressed and dormant desires to the surface. It had been Candy and her beautiful face and her exquisite body that had made Barbara do something she had never done in her life. It had been Candy who had made Barbara eat a cunt, lick a pussy, something Barbara had never so much as thought of doing.

Candy was so appealing, so sweet and innocent. Candy was the kind of girl whom people men and women alike had to fight hard to keep their hands off. Some girls had it and some girls didn’t. Candy had triple portions of an erotic nature. Barbara had given in to the lure of that sweet body.

Lewis had been going with Candy for well over two months. They stayed in and around the house more than they went out, and Barbara had been unable to keep, her eyes off the girl.

Candy wore short shorts and tight blouses, flaunting her beauty and availability without shame. When she sat in the house or on the lawn out back, she was careless about her skirts, and Barbara had often gazed at those long, slender thighs, wondering why Candy had this appeal for her.

It seemed that every time Candy was near, the little girl would manage to brush against Barbara’s body, and electrifying shocks would ripple through Barbara. That her son was fucking the girl was almost a certainty. It was obvious in the way Candy would look at Lewis, touch him, the heat glowing in those big eyes.

And now Lewis had caught Barbara, his mother, sucking the cunt of his girlfriend.

Barbara prepared for bed, her eyes dry now, but feeling miserable. She pulled a long nightgown over her head and crawled into the sheets, trying to relax. She was wound up, very tense. Lewis had not said anything to her. But he had seen her with her mouth pressing against Candy’s cunt, then he had stood there and stared between his mother’s knees before Barbara could clamp her legs together.

And she had run to her room.

She didn’t know when Candy left, nor did she know what time it was. All she knew was it was dark and Lewis had come to her.

probably ashamed of her, she felt.

After a restless night, Barbara prepared breakfast for her son. She sat and drank coffee nervously as he ate. She wanted to reach her son, to try an explain if she could. But Lewis seemed oblivious of her. If only he would make the first overture, she felt, it would be all right.

But he ate and left quickly, not looking at her,. not saying goodbye, not saying when he would be home.

All morning she paced about after dressing, wringing her hands, trying to find some way to approach Lewis, to let him know.

Sometime after one in the afternoon, Barbara found it impossible to remain in the house alone. She left and began to walk about the neighborhood, her mind dwelling on what had happened.

And she found herself wanting to lick Candy’s cunt again. She could not get the girl out of her mind. It was there, burning hotly, making her cunt throb as she walked slowly about the neighborhood. She remembered the taste of that sugary cunt on her tongue, the way those pussy lips squeezed when Candy came. She remembered how Candy had asked her to suck her cunt again.

Barbara started returning home, unable to keep walking with the heat searing her cunt.

She walked faster and faster.

Opening the door, she stepped into the living room and saw Lewis and Candy sitting on the couch. They sat closely together, and the flush on Candy’s face told Barbara they had been feeling one another. The bulge in her son, s pants told her that, too. She looked at her son and found him gazing back at her. She searched his face for recrimination, but found none.

Then, Lewis deliberately placed his arm around Candy’s shoulder. Barbara saw her son drape his hand over the girl’s shoulder, and then he curled his fingers around a small, straining tit. He was still looking at his mother, his face holding no expression that she could see.

As she saw her son feeling Candy’s tits and Candy sitting there accepting it, the heat of Barbara’s cunt increased, flaring hotly. She leaned against the door, her eyes becoming glassy as she watched her son fondle Candy’s luscious tit. His other hand moved along Candy’s thigh.

- Today Candy wore a summer dress, and Lewis continued looking at his mother as he boldly slipped his hand under Candy’s dress ... Candy spread her knees, and Barbara watched her son’s hand move up that silky smooth thigh. Then Lewis was cupping Candy’s cunt and tit, while gazing boldly at his mother.

Barbara trembled, unable to jerk her eyes away, unable to stop seeing her son feeling Candy up.

Candy moved her hand, and Barbara watched it slide over the bulge of her son’s pants. The hardness of Lewis’ cock was quite evident, and Barbara sucked in a gasp as she saw Candy squeezing her son’s cock through his pants. There was a stabbing, burning sensation between her thighs, and Barbara’s hand was at her throat as she stared at the two young ones.

She had nothing to say, she knew.

She knew her son was letting her know that what she could do, so could he. She had no right to tell him to stop, that if he and Candy wanted to hick, she would have to leave.

Barbara didn’t want to leave.

She wanted to stay ... to see them fuck.

She moaned softly. A mental image flared in her mind of her son’s hard, throbbing cock sliding into Candy’s cunt, going deep, deep, his balls smashing against her tight, hot ass cheeks.

Barbara came.

Her cunt convulsed as she leaned against the door. She saw Candy rubbing her son’s cock through his pants, saw her son boldly feeling up and down the tightness of Candy’s panties.

The orgasm surprised her, and for a moment she was stiff and frozen. As the orgasm receded, she turned and walked as quickly as she could to her room.

The sight was gone, but the sounds followed her.

She sat on her bed and listened.

“You go for that stuff, Candy?” Barbara heard her son asking.

“Sure,” Candy replied, giggling. “What’s wrong with it, Lewis? You like to fuck me, don’t you? There’s nothing wrong if I wanna get sucked sometimes by a woman.”

“But she’s my mother!”

“What difference does that make?” Barbara heard Candy reply. “She’s nice. Your mother is beautiful, and if she wants to suck my cunt, I’m gonna let her. I like it and I don’t care if you don’t.”

“I’ll lick your pussy,” she heard her son saying, his voice now thick with desire. “You want to get sucked, I’ll do it. You’re my girl, remember?”

“I won’t be if you try and stop me from having fun, Lewis,” Candy replied. “You gotta stop acting jealous. You know I won’t let no other boy fuck me. But if I wanna have your. mother lick me, I will.” She heard her son reply, but his voice Was so thick and low, the words were indistinct. Then she heard Candy. “I wanna fuck now, Lewis. You got me all hot feeling wound before your mother came in. Now you gotta fuck me!” Barbara heard what sounded like the beginnings of an argument.

“Okay, I will!” Candy said. “I’ll just go in there and ask Barbara to lick my pussy, so there!” Barbara heard steps, and her heart began to beat rapidly. The steps, however, stopped when she heard her son call out: “I was just teasing, Candy. Come on, I’ll fuck you!”

“You gotta fuck me on the couch, like I said,” Candy replied. “If you don’t, then I won’t do it. I wanna fuck on the couch.”

“But my mother is “Are you gonna fuck me or not, Lewis?”

“Yes, goddamn it!”

The sounds of rustling clothing seemed loud to Barbara, the sighs and grunts and mewls drifting to her open door. She couldn’t stand it any longer she had to look.

Barbara’s legs felt like rubber as she slipped down the short distance of the hail. She looked into the living room.

Candy was sprawled out on her back, one leg bent over the back of the couch, the other dangling over the cushions. Her dress was at her waist and her panties were on the floor.