Chapter 1

It was a bright sunny day in California. Alma woke to the sound of her baby crying in the back bedroom. At 19, she was already a mother of a 9 month old boy. The father, or at least who she thought was the father, was in prison for a drive-by shooting. She lived with her mother, father, and her 15 year old sister, Monica. Alma got out of bed and put a t-shirt on and a pair of cutoff sweats. She walked to the baby's bed and changed him. She then carried her son into her the kitchen and prepared a bottle for his breakfast. After her son had finsihed his breakfast, he fell back asleep. "Wow. I finally have some free time" Alma thought. Her parents were not home and her sister was at school.

Alma walked back to her room and laid on her bed. Alma was a very attractive woman. She stood 5-04 and weighed 115 pounds. She had a rather large chest on her small frame, which made her look bustier than her 34C breasts were. Her waist was small, but she had lovely thick Latina hips. She had relatively dark skin which got even darker in the summer months. Her face contained a lucious set of thick lips, dark brown eyes, and was surrounded by shoudler length dark brown hair.

As she laid there, Alma thought back to the last time she had sex. Hector, her baby's father, was a relatively senior member of a local Hispanic gang. He got locked up right after the baby was born. Hector had left a standing "order" that nobody was to hit on Alma, or they would end up in a dumpster somewhere. Hector's "orders" were followed. Plain and simple. As a result, Alma had not been with a guy in almost 8 months. Alma gave in to the urge on occasion to bring herself to orgasm with her fingers. She began to think that today was going to be one of those occasions.

Alma pulled her shirt up over her tits. They were drooping slightly off the sides since she was laying on her back. They were capped with dark brown nipples surrounded by almost silver dollar sized areolae. She took her right hand and began to trace circles around her big nipples. They responded by getting hard. Alma took her thumb and finger and put them into her mouth, making them wet with saliva. She then began to squeeze her nipples between her thumb and finger, running her finger over them. Alma could almost feel the sensation making a direct line for her pussy. She could feel her pussy getting moist at the pleasure she was giving herself. She bit her lower lip and arched her back. She slid her left hand slowly down her lean body and under the waistband of her cut-off sweat pants.

Alma traced the trimmed line of hair she had above her pussy with her hand. She continued lower until she made slight contact with her clit. She moved her hand lower, and used a finger to slide up and down her slick slit. "Why am I teasing myself?" she thought with a slight laugh. She slid her middle finger past the lips of her pussy and into her waiting hole. She continued to rub her nipples with one hand, while fingering herself with the other. She began to work her finger in and out. She added a second finger and sped up the pace a little. Every few minutes, she took her fingers and rubbed them around on her clit, but went right back to fingering her young Latina pussy. Her body felt betrayed. She had been brought up that masturbation was wrong, but she felt so good.

It didn't take long for Alma to have herself on the brink of an oragsm. She continued to work her fingers in and out at a hurried pace when she felt her orgasm start. She felt the tingle from her head to her toes, before she felt the release of her juices around her fingers. She fingered herself through her orgasm. She removed her fingers and licked them off, savoring the flavor of her nectar. She laid on the bed and drifted back off to sleep, in her post-orgasmic bliss.

About 2pm, Alma awoke to hearing the front door of her house shut. She got out of bed and began to walk down the hall toward the living room. She heard her sister and a male voice she had not heard before.

"Ricky! I don't know where my parents are. They might get home any minute! We can't..." Monica said.

"Then we need to hurry, mija. Don't send me home all hard again with nothing." the male replied. "Let's just try. I can sneak out the back if they come home. If we stay in this room, we can see the driveway."

"AY! I guess, Ricky... I hope they don't come home!" Monica answered. Alma walked down the hall until she could see them in the mirror. Ricky was quite good looking. He looked about 17 years old, with a short hair cut and a body of a baseball player. He was wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants and a tan shirt. Monica was sitting next to him on the couch. Ricky rolled over and began to kiss Monica. It wasn't long before Alma noticed that Ricky was rubbing all over her sister's body.