Chapter 10

Sitting at a traffic light with the top to his Mustang down and his hands clasped behind his head, Charlie looked up at the cloudless sky. Life was great! He really enjoyed humiliating the bastard cop -- and having sex with his beautiful wife and young daughter wasn't bad either. He felt powerful, like a king. More than a king, like a god -- invincible, free to do anything he wanted.

The blasting horn interrupted his reverie. It wasn't a polite single tap, but the person's hand was obviously pressed against the horn which emitted a constant blaring noise. Charlie glanced at the traffic light and saw that it had turned green. Then he looked into the rearview mirror, glaring at the man in the car behind him. Smirking, he gave his car a little gas and glided into the intersection, but kept looking back in the mirror. He smiled when the car behind him swerved to the right and lurched forward, tires burning rubber as it crashed into a telephone pole causing a rather large vee of mangled steel where the smooth front of the car had been. Steam rose from the broken radiator as the driver struggled to untangle himself from the collapsed airbag. Charlie chuckled and sped off. He was on top of the world!

His engine purred as he drove through the quiet residential streets. He didn't know what he was looking for. All he knew was that he was bored. The children's screams caught his attention so he pulled the Mustang to the curb. Turning off the engine, he watched the children playing in the playground, the mothers sitting on benches watching them or reading. Two were on cell phones.

Charlie looked from one woman to the next. Each one stopped what she was doing and looked around, and then began squirming. It looked like ants had gotten into their clothing. Charlie giggled and climbed over the center console so that he could sit in the passenger seat, his crooked arm resting on the door.

The women were looking at each other, a panicked expression on their faces. Some rocked back and forth; others opened and closed their legs; some did both. A young mother in her mid-twenties wearing a yellow dress gave in to her needs first. Her hand disappeared beneath her dress and her arm moved vigorously.

Another woman sitting on the other end of the same bench as that woman saw what she was doing. But instead of bolting, she opened her shorts, lifted her butt, and pushed them to mid-thigh. Her hand slipped inside her green panties and her eyes closed as she too masturbated.

One by one, the women pushed their pants down and began frigging. One lady was sitting on the grass leaning against a tree with her legs extended. She dropped her book and opened her shorts. Rolling onto her belly, her hand snaked under her and into her panties, her ass bouncing up and down as she humped the ground.

The children continued to play, oblivious to what their mothers were doing. Charlie watched from his car -- at a bunch of young mothers masturbating in a public playground. He thought it was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

Charlie didn't know who to watch. One woman caught his eye. She fell off the bench and writhed on the floor, both hands inside her panties. Moaning, she pushed her pants and panties down her legs and completely off, and then scrambled to her feet. Charlie gasped. She climbed onto the bench and flung a leg over the back, straddling the wood. Holding onto the back of the bench with both hands, she rocked back and forth, the wood splitting her labia and pressing against her clit.

The sound of boys screaming caused Charlie to turn. Two boys about 13 or 14 were coming towards the playground. They were tossing a baseball to each other as they walked, snapping their glove around the scuffed ball. That is until one boy held his glove at chest height while the ball bounced off his shoulder.

"Hey, you missed," the other boy screamed and laughed. When he didn't get a response, he said, "Ronny, get the ball. You missed it so you gotta pick it up."

But the boy named Ronny just stared into space. When the other boy followed his gaze, his own glove slipped from his hand falling to the grass. "Holy shit!" he cried out.

They had spotted the masturbating women and stared open-mouthed. It gave Charlie an idea.

The closest woman to them was the one humping the ground. She looked up and wasn't surprised to see the boys standing about 50 feet from her. Somehow she knew they were there and knew what she wanted to do with them.

"Come here," the woman said. The boys just stared at her, frozen. "Don't be afraid. Just come here and you won't be sorry."

The boys looked at each other and then Ronny walked slowly towards the woman, leaving his friend glued to the ground. He stopped about three feet from her.

"Come here," she said. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." When the boy didn't move, she said, "Come here and I'll suck your cock. You'd like that, won't you? Please come here. I need you. Here, look at my cunt."

The woman frantically pushed her shorts and panties off. She sat on the grass, her legs spread with knees up, her fingers pulling her pussy open. The boy rubbed his hard cock through his pants.

"No, I'll do that for you," the woman said. "I'll rub it. I'll suck it. Come here and put your cock in my mouth. I'll suck your cock if you do."

Ronny took very small steps, closing the gap between him and the woman. When he was close, she got to her knees and reached out -- he jumped back.

"Don't be afraid," she said.

He stood still while the woman knee-walked the short distance. This time she moved slowly, very slowly, and her hands were soon unbuckling the boy's belt. Dumbfounded, he stared down at her and automatically covered his crotch with both hands when she yanked his pants down.

"Looking up at him, she said, "Don't be afraid. You'll like it, I promise."

Then she placed her thumbs in the waistband of his white BVDs and gently tugged them down. His hands moved slightly away from his body, but only to allow his undergarment to slide to his ankles. He still covered his hard-on. When the woman lifted one of his feet, the boy placed a hand on her head and stepped out of his shorts and underwear.

Nudging the boy's remaining hand away from his crotch, the woman grabbed his hard cock. It was small so she used her thumb and forefinger to rub it. The boy moaned and hunched his hips. While his eyes were closed, the woman quickly placed his cock into her mouth and sucked.

"Oh god!" the boy cried out, his hips humping.

The other boy was watching in silence, and then got the courage to walk up to his friend. He stared down at the woman sucking his friend's cock, and he rubbed his own hard-on.

Taking the cock from her mouth, the woman said, "I'll suck you too. Take off your pants." And then she put Ronny's cock back into her mouth.

The other boy immediately dropped his pants and sat on the grass, pushing his clothes down his legs and off. The woman immediately lunged at him, stuffing his thin, hard cock into her mouth.

"Hey, what about me?" Ronny whined.

The woman's eyes rose and then she backed away from the other boy's cock and said, "You can fuck me."

"I can?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"Get behind me and fuck me. C'mon, I need it."

Still on her knees, the woman leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the sitting boy's cock. Ronny walked behind her and looked at her upturned ass. He stepped closer, hesitating. And then he leaned forward, his cock bumping into her. Her hand appeared between her legs and grabbed his cock, pulling it down. When Ronny leaned forward again, she guided him into her pussy.

"Oh shit!" the boy yelled, his eyes closed tight, his fingers digging into the woman's meaty hips. "Ohhh!" His hips humped back and forth rapidly and then he came to rest, lying on the woman's back.

But before she could even take her mouth off the other boy's dick, Ronny's hips began moving again, ramming his cock in and out of the woman's sperm-filled pussy.

Charlie looked around. Some of the women's children were standing next to them as they masturbated. But the women didn't stop. They'd say, "Go play," or "Leave Mommy alone," but most of the children were too awestruck to do either.

"Mommy, I gotta tinkle," a girl around six years old said, both hands clutching between her legs as she hopped from foot to foot.

"Go over there," her mother said pointing.

The girl looked over her shoulder. "Where?"

"Over there, by the bench."

"But someone will see," the girl whined.

"Just do it!" the mother screamed, two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy.

The little girl walked to the end of the bench and looked over her right and left shoulders and then quickly pushed her shorts with elastic waist down to her skinny thighs. Her white panties with yellow daisies went down with the shorts. She placed a hand on the bench seat and squatted, staying like that for a few moments, and then a stream of urine splashed onto the grass.

"Mommy, I don't have any toilet paper," the girl cried out still squatting.

Her mother looked up and then glanced around. She grabbed her panties and tossed them to her daughter. "Use these," she said.

"But it's not--"

"Just use them and be quiet! I'm busy." The mother was vigorously rubbing her clit.

Charlie looked back at the mother having sex with Ronny and his buddy. She was wiping her mouth and a string of white semen hung from the tip of the boy's hard-on. Ronny was still fucking her from behind.

A young girl around 7 years old ran towards the woman, yelling, "Freddie pushed me." She stopped dead and stared at her mother. A 9-year-old boy was trailing her, walking very slowly, his eyes fixed on his mother and the two boys, forgetting about his little sister's bitching.

"Mommy, what are you doing?" the girl asked.

Her brother came up from behind and grabbed her arm, pulling her away. She wrenched her arm free.

"Stop that!" she shouted. "You hurt me." Then, turning back to her mother, she whined, "Mommy, make Freddie stop."

The woman turned to see her children watching her. "Go away. Don't stand there," she yelled, all the while pushing back on Ronnie's cock.

"Let's go," the brother said.

"No, I don't wanna. I wanna stay here." The 7-year-old crossed her arms across her flat chest and stomped her foot.

"Please, honey," the mother said panting, "go with your brother."

"Why? Who are those boys? What are you doing? Why are they naked? Why are you naked?"

"I can't talk now. Go with your brother."

Her brother reached for her, but the girl was already running up to her mother. She stopped next to her and her skinny arm rose, her finger extended.

"Mommy, his thingy looks funny. Why's it sticking up ... and what's that stuff on it. It's on your chin too. And him," she pointed at Ronnie, "what's he doing to your tushy."