Chapter 9

Vivian sat on the living room couch, ignoring a dull soap opera on television. It was a hot afternoon, and she wore only a pair of skimpy cut-offs and a T-shirt that clung to her big, braless tits. She wiggled her ass on the couch and spread her thighs, unable to resist rubbing her hairy pussy through her denim shorts.

God, even the stupid Soap operas made her horny. Vivian had never dreamed that she could become so obsessed with sex, so entranced with the mere thought of a stiff, throbbing cock. And it had all come about because of fucking her son.

She supposed there existed in all people an invisible wall of inhibition that prevented them from succumbing to the most depraved urgings of lust. Once that wall had been breached by a really sinful, forbidden act, anything was possible.

Vivian had fucked her own child, and there were few other acts that could be considered so unspeakably obscene. Anything was possible now. The inhibiting wall was rubble. Nothing could stop her from craving Donald's huge, throbbing boner every moment of the day.

And she did. It was incredibly frustrating that she couldn't just fuck him as soon as he came home from school, throw him on the floor and rip off his pants and shove his straining cock shaft in her mouth. There were Lana and Richie to worry about, and that somehow made her horny, too.

The soap opera was almost over, but the television screen now featured a scene with a young man greatly resembling her Donald.

Vivian immediately felt her pussy overflowing with fuck juice. Hunching her ass down on the couch, she briskly rubbed her seething cunt through her shorts, her tongue lolling out luridly.

The front door opened. Vivian gasped and quickly sat up, taking her hand from her pussy. It was Richie. He entered the living room and sniffed curiously, as if he'd caught the aroma of her hot cunt.

"What's that smell?" Richie asked.

"It's... it's something I was eating," Vivian said, reflexively brushing the mussed hair out of her eyes. "You're home early today, aren't you, Richie? I wasn't expecting you for another few hours."

Richie shrugged, sitting on the couch beside her... Vivian restrained herself from boldly ogling the tempting cock-bulge in his jeans.

"Ah, I didn't have that much to do," Richie said. "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I'm almost looking forward to going back to school. Anyhow... is Mom around, Mrs. Cole?"

"No, your mother's gone for the day," Vivian replied. "And Donald won't be back until dinner. I guess it's just us this afternoon.

An emphasis she hadn't intended showed in her voice, and she saw that Richie had caught it. There was a long, tense silence. Vivian's pussy ached as she saw that Richie had noticed the absence of a bra under her T-shirt...

"I've been meaning to say, it sure is nice of you to take us in like this, Mrs. Cole," Richie said. "I mean, under the circumstances. You're a real nice lady."

"Why, thank you, Richie."

"You're a real pretty lady, too." Vivian felt her cunt throbbing. Her eyes dropped automatically to Richie's jeans. Shed was amazed to see a long, fat prick bulging down the inside of his pants leg.

"Well, Richie, you're a very handsome young man, yourself."

Richie said nothing. He was really looking her over now, ogling her soft, shapely thighs and her large tits under her shirt. Suddenly Vivian realized that she was simply going to have to fuck this handsome young stud.

"It must be hard for you getting along in a strange town, Richie. Not knowing anyone. I suppose you haven't met any girls yet."

Vivian lifted one bare foot to the edge of the couch, knowing that it made her pussy vee bulge through her cut-offs. Richie stared at her outlined cunt. His prick was completely stiff, and it was obviously a big fucker.

"No, no girls yet, Mrs. Cole."

"That must be real hard on you, Richie," Vivian murmured, emphasizing the word hard. "Not having any pretty young girls to kiss or neck with. Or do other things with, too."

"Yeah, it is kind of rough."

"You must be awfully horny. Aren't you, Richie?"

A lewd grin spread across Richie's face. He didn't answer. His cock was throbbing conspicuously in his pants. Vivian couldn't stop herself. She dropped her hand to his thigh, brushing it slowly up his leg.

"You must jack off a lot," she said breathlessly. "Don't you, Richie? Don't you beat your meat when you get horny? Why, I'll bet you jack off every day, thinking about fucking some young girl's juicy cunt."

"I think you're going to make me want to jack off right now, Mrs. Cole," Richie said.

"Oooh, I can sec what you mean," Vivian sighed, as she pressed her hand directly on his cock-bulge. "This is an awfully big stiff cock you have, Richie... it must be really hurting."

"It sure is, Mrs. Cole."

"Well, I think I'm being a very good hostess," Vivian said, as she furiously began rubbing his prick through his pants. "I mean, I can't let you run around with an enormous boner like this. It's just not right. You'll get blue balls if I don't give you some release."

"So what are you going to do about it, Mrs. Cole?"

Vivian giggled, sliding from the couch and kneeling on the floor facing him.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to-give your big, hard cock a good sucking, Richie," she whispered. "If you promise not to tell your mother."

Richie lifted his hips, giving Vivian the freedom to unzip and unbuckle his pants, and pull them roughly down to his knees with his underwear. Vivian moaned as she saw the boy's huge, stiff cock.

His prick stood straight out of his curly prick fur, a towering column of hard, swollen cock flesh. The flared cock knob was leaking hot drops of milky pre-cum.

"Oh, Richie, what a huge prick," Vivian whispered, admiring the size of his big, wrinkled ball sac. She glided her hand up his leg, wrapping her fingers tightly around the root of his cock.

"Does this feel good, Richie?" she asked. The horny mother pumped her hand rapidly up and down his cock shank, beating him off.

"Oh, fuck!" Richie's eyes lidded dazedly as the woman jacked his cock, making mare hot pre-cum seep out of the rosy cocktip. "Jack on it, Mrs. Cole!"

By now the whole flared tip of his boner was wet with oozing cock slime and Vivian's hairy pussy creamed heavily with her hunger for cock-sucking. She glided her hand to the root of his fuck pole.

Her tongue fucked out, lapping the puffy tip of his boner, savoring his oozing spunk. It was hot and musky-tasting. Squeezing and jacking the base of his hard-on, the sexy woman licked quick, teasing circles around the fat knob of his prick.

"Suck on it," Richie moaned, curling his fingers in her long hair. "Put my cock in your fucking mouth and suck on it!"

Vivian opened her mouth wide, gurgling shamelessly as she engulfed the first several inches of his cock. Her cheeks flushed as she wrapped her lips in a tightly compressed circle around his boner. The horny woman started sucking the youth's stiff cock, still laying her tongue in wet circles around the drooling prick tip.

Richie clawed the back of her head, lunging and fucking his ass off the couch. Vivian's cheeks blushed crimson as she sucked his tasty boner extremely hard. Her slurping, lip smacking sounds of cock-sucking bubbled out, extremely loud and sloppy sounding. She resisted the urge to play with her aching pussy as she nursed greedily on her teenaged housemate's cock.

"Goddamn, what a cock-sucker!" Richie cried.

Dazedly, he stared at the pretty mother's face, seeing, how wide and obscenely her lips were stretched around his hard-on. Her sucking efforts were making his prick swell fatter by the moment.

Vivian nearly gagged as his giant cock fucked down her buttery throat, brushing past her tonsils. She wished her throat were a bottomless pit so she could really fuck her face with this kid's big prick.

Instead, she simply satisfied herself by sucking his prick harder than ever, slurping her tongue and lips on the saltiness of his standing cock shaft. Richie's flared cock knob pulsed urgently down her throat, and she sensed the impending gusher of his cum.

Vivian sucked his prick as hard as she could, sharply puckering her cheeks and dragging her full, ripe lips up and down his cock. Her hand resumed its tugging, jacking motions on the base of his cock meat. She thrust her left hand between his thighs and tenderly cupped and squeezed his bloated balls, encouraging the geyser of jism to conic spraying out of the head of his prick.