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Block Party

By: waltz728



Hello! This is my first story. Feedback appreciated. Go easy on me will ya? :)

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Harlow had just recently moved into this new neighborhood. To her, it was perfect; a small friendly town and the block party to celebrate the end of summer was the perfect way to meet all her new neighbors before her new teaching job began. She double checked herself in the mirror; at 5'1, her long black hair was slightly curled, her lip gloss made her lips look pouty than usual, her 34D tits were clearly visible in her yellow sundress, but not obscene; armed with a plate of freshly baked brownies and cookies she was ready to party!

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Marc, Sherry, and their little girl have lived in the town since birth. Marc, a successful lawyer, had left for the big city for university and law school, but came back to open his own firm. He rekindle his romance with his childhood sweetheart, got married, had a kid; textbook fairytale and he was bored as hell. Marc missed the wild nights of the city. All the girls fell for his good looks; 6'3, twinkling blue eyes, jet black hair, scruffy chin and slightly southern accent, panties dropped for him. He was a family man now so those nights was a dream. 

"Sher, let's go!" Marc shouted up the stairs with 2 year old, Izzy, in his arms. 

"Just go, I'll meet you there. I have to finish this email" Sherry yelled back

"Ok, I got Izzy, you bring the beer in the garage" 

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Harlow was having such a great time and meeting so many lovely people, some of the children would be students of hers soon. The town had shut down 4 streets and everyone was gathered in the middle of the intersection where people were cooking on several grills, tables filled with sides, drinks, and desserts, and people sitting and eating. Down the street some guys were playing touch football; another street, kids were riding bikes and skate boarding. Harlow was on her second plate of food when Marc showed up with Izzy. He noticed her quickly as he made his way around greeting everyone, by the time her reached Harlow, his cock was so hard. Someone next to Harlow, whose name she could remember had practically pushed her into Marc introducing Harlow as the new neighbor. 

"Hi there sweet baby! You're not old enough to be in my class yet, but you will be soon" cooed Harlow as Izzy clapped her hands and pulled on Harlow's long hair.

"What grade do you teach?" As Marc pulled Izzy's fingers from Harlow's hair. His deep blue eyes were intense as he stared into Harlow's eyes and then stared at her mouth. He didn't listen to her reply as he thought about how those lips would look wrapped around his 10inch cock that was almost as thick as a coke can. He wonder how far he down he could ram his mancock down her throat until she gagged and couldn't take anymore.

Marc spotted his wife greeting people as she made her way to them. 

"Sher, meet our new neighbor..uum..uumm." Fuck. Marc didn't remember her name. 

"I'm Harlow, so nice to meet you. Your baby so cute!" 

"Thanks! Sorry Marc's an idiot. He's so bad with names! Please don't take it personally." As Sherry playfully nudged Marc and took Izzy from him. "I forgot the beer. Can you get it babe? I'm going to feed Iz. Harlow, it was nice to meet you." Sherry turned and walked towards the grills.

"Sorry I forgot your name" Marc's blue eyes burned a little darker as he rubbed his hand over his stubble over face. 

"Ha no worries. I going to get a drink" Harlow smiled and stepped around Marc to walk away. He inhaled her scent as she passed his and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. 

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The sun was setting and someone brought out a fire pit, everyone was gathered making s'mores, playing guitar, and mingling still. The block party didn't look like it was going to die down anytime soon. 

Marc had put off getting the beer, he was too busy watching Harlow from afar and didn't want to leave. He was a bit quiet in the midst of a group of men, talking sports, and drinking beer. Finally, the beer was was almost gone, it was his turn to grab beer from his house. He waited until Harlow was where he wanted her to be, in a bit of a secluded area by the edge of the party. He quickly walked up to the side of Harlow, trees blocking anyone from the partying from seeing him talking to her.

"Hey Harlow, see I got your name right this time. Are you having a good time?" 

"Haha yes, I love block parties. I've met so many great people. I was just about to head home for a quick bathroom break"

"I have to grab more beer, why don't you help and I'll let you use my bathroom?" 

"Umm yes, sure" Harlow nervously bit her lip, she had noticed his intense gaze before.

Harlow tried to fill up the awkward silence with mindless chatter as Marc led them towards the house on the corner.

"Bathrooms next to the kitchen. Meet me in the garage when you're done."

"G-garage?"

"That's where the beer is silly." Marc flashed a quick wink at Harlow. 

"Oh haha duh" her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. 

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Marc paced in the garage. He didn't know what it was about Harlow. He thought of her plump lips and how she bit it. He wanted to bite her. He had watched her ass when she walked away from him, he wanted to spank it, lick each cheek and slowly stock his finger in her ass. He pictured it pink and puckered. He licks his lips as he hears the garage door open and Harlow shakily call out "um Marc?" 

He grabbed her around the waist and slammed her into his chest. With one arm, he held her close and the other hand he slammed the door shut and locked it.

Harlow squealed out in surprise. She felt the muscles in his arm, his chest as he pinned her tightly to his chest, she was almost lifted off the ground. "Pretty bird. I decided you're going to be my pretty little bird" Marc murmured in her ear as he licked it and then bit down on the nape of her neck hard. 

"AHH!! What are you doing?" Harlow tried to scream as he held her face tighter to his chest so she was struggling to breathe.

"Shhh, little bird. Don't yell, this is what you want. " Marc dug his fist in her hair and pulled hard, to yank her head back. He reached down between her sundress and took off her panties and shoved it in her mouth.

"My pretty little bird. I think you'll learn."

Marc pulled her across the room towards his workbench he had set up in the middle of the garage. He quickly pulled off her dress, laid her down on the bench and spread her legs open. He used rope to tie her ankles and arms to the legs of the bench. He crouched down next to her face and gently ran his hand along her body. 

"Pretty bird. This is exactly what we both need. I can see in your eyes you're scared, but you want it. Feel how wet you are baby" as he used a finger and ran it along her slit, his finger costed with juices, Harlow moaned. 

Marc straddled Harlow's body and laid his cock down her stomach so he could see her reaction looking at his cock for the first time.

Harlow's eyes grew wide. His cock was the first she's ever seen in real life and it was huge! She watched it grow bigger and swell even more, the veins bulging out and it twitch on her. It was like half a baseball bat! Semen oozed from his angry cockhead. She tried to buck Marc off her, pulling the ropes attached to her arms and legs. 

"I like it when you struggle. As punishment, I won't fuck you until you beg me to. I might not even fuck you." He knew that part was a lie, he had to fuck her soon.

Marc stroked his cock and squeezed out some cum on his finger. He pulled the panties out of Harlow's mouth and rubbed the cum along her lips and stuck his finger in her mouth. 

"You'll love to taste me. You can only taste me when you lick it off my cock. I'm always going to cum in you." 

Harlow gasped at his words. She didn't understand what he was saying to her. All she knew know was she was embarrassed she was so horny, her pussy was throbbing and she felt her wetness dripping down her thighs. 

"Ma-arc, we shouldn't do this. Your married. I don't think I want this."

"My little pretty bird, trust me. It's what you want."

Marc moved forward so the tip of his cock was now in Harlow's mouth.

"Suck me baby."

Harlow licked the tip of his cock and swirled her tongue around it. She opened her mouth wider and tried to take as much as his cock in her mouth. Marc couldn't hold back and tried to shove more of his cock in her mouth, he only has a third of his cock in her mouth when she starts to gag. He pulls his cock entirely out of her mouth. 

"More when you beg." Marc moves down and his mouth is licking open Harlow's lips. He uses his finger run her clit and her body jerks up. Marc places a hand on her stomach to hold her down. He licks up and down her wet slit, he's trying to wedge his finger inside her, once his tip is inside her, her pussy clamps tight around his finger, he sucks her clit hard.

Harlow screams as her orgasm rips there her. 

"Wh-aat was that? It felt soo-o good." She stammered, twitching against him. Marc stared into her eyes and continues lapping at her cuny in long wet licks and swirls his finger still inside her in a circle. He pushed his finger deeper into her wet folds and felt her pussy start to tighten again and quickly pulled his fingers out and stopped licking. 

"Wh-yy did you stop? That felt amazing before, it was gonna happen again" Marc just stared into her eyes, spread her lips and blew air on her clit. 

Once the feeling starts to go away, he starts to lick her again and his finger was getting a little deeper this time. Then he felt her hymen. She was a virgin. He closed his eyes and groaned; he felt his painfully throbbing cock grow harder. He needed to bust a load in her now.

"My pretty little bird. You've never done this before. I can tell"

Harlow nodded.

Marc shifted so his cockhead was twitching against her wet cunt lips. He gently bumped his rod into her entrance a few times. Her sopping wet slit coated his tip. 

He ran his hands up and down her body, pinched her nipples so hard she cried out in pain and lean forward a bit more so the tip of his cock was pressed up against her more.

"I'll make everything better for you later."

He slapped his hand across her mouth and rammed his cock into her tight pussy. Harlow screamed into his hand and bucked her hips trying to get the monster out, but he held her down and forced more of his cock in her. He didn't move, his dick was only half in and he felt her wetness and warmth squeeze his cock so tight he want to cum in her now. No, he was going to cum in her the right way. 

Tears steamed down Harlow's face, Marc leaned forward and kissed her tears. "Baby, I'll make it better. Feel how much your pussy loves my dick in you" he flexed his cock and her cunt squeezed again. 

He pulled back until only the his head was inside her still. This time he didn't hold back and slammed into her. She screamed again as his almost all his cock disappeared into her. Marc didn't stop and pulled put to the tip again and hammered another inch into her. 3 more inches to stuff into her fuckhole. Harlow thought she was going to pass out from the pain and her cunt felt so full and stretched. His hips grinded into her pussy trying to stuff her as much as possible. Her cunt juices coated his thick rod. She started to feel her pussy clamp down on his cock and she came, she bucked her hips hard into Marc as he thrusted into her as hard as he could.

Marc continued to pound his cock into her. One more inch to go. She had blacked out. When she woke, he was going to blow his load so deep into her sweet pussy. Her pussy starting to tighten again, Harlow's eyes fluttered open "Uggggggggg... sooooo good....ahhhhhh"

"Look at me. Look in my eyes. " Marc commanded. His eyes burned into hers, he seemed to be thrusting harder, she felt pain, but that amazing feeling starting to come again. She whimpered into his hand. With a loud growl, he thrusted deep until his whole anaconda was in her cunt and released his cum deep inside her. There was so much creamy sperm it started to leaked out of her tight cunt. He continued to thrust into her as her pussy tighten again, her whole body bucked and collapsed.

Harlow felt small kisses all around her face. Her pussy throbbed as she opened her eyes. Marc's eyes looked into hers. His monster cock was still rock hard and stuffed into her swollen cunt. Slowly he pulled his ten inches out of messy cunt, her juices, his semen tinged pink with blood gushed out. He stuck his two sausage fingers to scoop up the fluids and he rubbed it on Harlow's mouth and made her sucked his fingers.

"You'll never feel that full again. You'll beg for my cock to fuck you. You'll see." As he rose from her body. He untied her aromas and legs, threw her panties and dress at her. 

"Don't clean yourself. I want you to feel my cum wet in your panties the rest of the party." 

"I'll never beg you to fuck me again. I'll pretend this never happened. Don't come near me ever again." Harlow declared quietly and firmly, but slipped on her clothing like he said to. 

He chuckled. "Grab the other case of beer will you pretty bird?" Unlocking and sauntering out the door.

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To be continued....

Block Party Bully



Many thanks to my friend Gayle for her input as well as editing the text! Comments welcome.

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I grew up in a residential community in a small town outside of Boston. Everyone in the area knew one another, and there were plenty of kids my age, so overall it was a pretty great place to be for a kid. Each August, the neighborhood would get together to throw a big block party in the central square for an all-day affair. Kids were allowed to hang out during the day and take part in numerous planned activities, and the adults would party into the evening, long after the children were put to bed.

My name is Ryan and I just finished my sophomore year of college. I had been attending the neighborhood parties for as long as I can remember, and had been allowed to stay late into the night for just the last few. I was pretty amazed at how much alcohol was consumed and how silly some of my usually staid neighbors became, but everyone had fun and nobody got hurt, so what the hell.

I know they say opposites attract, but that did not appear to be the case with my parents. They are both pretty quiet and shy, and have a lot in common physically as well. If you didn't know better, you'd probably think they were brother and sister or maybe cousins.

Dennis, my dad, stands about five foot six and is on the slender side, weighing no more than a hundred and forty pounds. He has the fair hair and blue eyes that run in our family, but sports a mustache that I thought looked a bit silly. Overall he's a pretty decent guy, and I can't recall him raising his voice in anger in years. Sadly, he seemed to live his life without much passion for anything, other than golf that is. 

My mom's name is Debbie, and very simply she is a doll. Like my father, she's on the shorter side, standing only five foot two, and keeps trim by watching what see eats and exercising regularly. She has short blonde hair and bright blue eyes that really shine when she smiles, which she does often. I think she's exceptionally cute, and on more than one occasion I've spied my buddies checking her out. She has "girl next-door" or maybe "soccer mom" written all over her, and usually dresses the part. I've never told anyone this, but I've had the hots for her as long as I can remember, and have dreamed about making love to her literally on hundreds of occasions. 

I had been looking forward to the block party for weeks as there were a couple families that had recently moved in with girls about my age or a tad younger. I had hoped to get better acquainted with them and maybe sneak one home while Mom and Dad were partying. 

There was one thing that could compromise my plan though. Dad tended to drink a bit too much at parties; I think to fit in as he was pretty shy and generally uncomfortable in crowds. As a result, he'd sometimes require a helping hand to get home and would need to be poured into bed. Mom was embarrassed by his behavior, but as he did it only once or twice a year, didn't make a big deal out of it. The previous year I had to walk him home as he babbled my ear off, with Mom in tow right behind us. 

The day of the party Mom was dressed smartly as always. She wore a cute yellow sundress which had two thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders and came down to just a couple of inches above her knees. She had on just a hint of makeup, lightly highlighting her natural beauty. Her blonde hair sparkled in the sun as we all took the short walk to the party. 

I noticed that my parents did not talk on the way to the gathering, which was not an uncommon event of late. Ever since I'd been home from school, there seemed to be an undercurrent of tension in the house which was hard to escape. My parents never fought in my presence, but they rarely spoke either. 

By the time we arrived, the bash was in full swing. There were kids running all over the place and a huge billow of smoke rose from the line of grills at the end of the path. Adults were all around in groups talking and sipping cocktails, enjoying the day.

I milled about with friends from the neighborhood, and kept a keen eye out for the new girls. Time flew by and before I knew it the sun was going down. Most of the children had been sent home, so the party was then largely kids in their late teens and adults. Sadly, the new girls were nowhere in sight. I had not seen my dad for a while, so I thought I'd check on him to make sure he was okay.

I was surprised to find him chatting with Mr. Jacobson, our neighbor from down the street. This I found really odd as the Jacobson family were pretty much the black sheep of our quiet little community and not the type with whom my dad usually associated. Mr. Jacobson was a trucker, and stood at least six feet tall with broad shoulders and chest, looking even larger standing next to my slight father. He had a reputation as a bully and was known to knock back more than a few beers at the local pub quite often. His wife had left him a few years back, but nobody really knew why.

There were two sons in the family as well, and let's just say the apple didn't fall far from the tree. They were not quite as large as their dad, but loved to push around the smaller kids in the neighborhood. They didn't seem to have any other friends and went everywhere together. Edward and Steven were about my age, maybe twenty and eighteen respectively.

I stood back and watched the interplay between my dad and Mr. Jacobson for a while, wondering what on earth the two of them had in common. Dad's eyes looked a bit glassy, so I assumed my fears were justified that he'd enjoyed a few cold ones. At one point I saw Mr. Jacobson drain his beer, and then pat my dad's back, leading him towards the coolers. He pulled out another beer and handed it to my father, then the two toasted and each took a long drink.

Something didn't feel right in my gut, but I figured I should go check on my mom to see how she was doing. I found her hanging out with a few women I knew as her friends, and they were all sipping wine as they chatted. She seemed okay, but when I turned to walk away, something startled me. The Jacobson sons, Edwards and Steven were lurking just in the background, leering at the ladies intently, so I decided to keep an eye on them for a moment. Every now and then they leaned in and whispered to one another as they stared at the women, so I knew something was up. 

I kept an eye on Edward and Steve for quite a while, and other than grab another beer they hadn't moved, so I figured it was safe to run and check on my dad for a minute. I found him still alongside Mr. Jacobson, looking more intoxicated than when I had left him only a half hour or so before. 

After accessing the situation, I walked up to the two and said hello. Dad responded with a loud, "There's my boy," something I don't think I'd ever heard him say sober. I said hi to Mr. Jacobson and he shook my hand firmly while staring into my eyes, I assumed trying to intimidate me. Dad babbled on for a couple minutes before Mr. Jacobson excused himself for a bathroom break. I thought about taking him home, but Dad appeared to be in enough control to last a while, so I left him and went to find mom again.

In my absence she had moved and it took me a while to locate her. She was talking with our neighbors, Pete and Sandy Scott, who we'd known for ages. I scanned the crowd around her and sure enough, there were the two Jacobson boys not far away, peering towards my mom. Since the ladies she was with previously had all dispersed, it was clear where the boy's interest laid. I had no doubt they were checking out my mom.

Thankfully I had decided not to drink that evening, so my mind was sharp. It seemed weird that big, bad Mr. Jacobson would hang out with my somewhat nerdy dad for so long while his boys we ogling my mother. Suddenly a strange thought ran through my head. They aren't working together, are they? The boys' dad getting my father plastered so they could move in on my mother? It seemed plausible, but highly unlikely and I dismissed it as a useless conspiracy theory. My mom was hot, so I could see guys around my age checking her out, and Dad was a fairly decent guy so maybe Mr. Jacobson really liked him. I was still uneasy so I kept up my watch from a safe distance.

About a half hour later, I felt a strong hand grasp my shoulder. I turned and found Mr. Jacobson standing beside me. "Ryan, your dad's had too much to drink. You better get him home before he makes an ass of himself in front of the entire neighborhood," he said and pointed across the lawn at a small group of people. 

I felt ill at ease leaving my mom, but we walked together until we found my dad slumped in a chair, slurring words as he spoke to two guys from down the street. I leaned over and pulled Dad out of the chair and slipped my arm around his back. He looked at me puzzled for a moment, until I announced to the two gentlemen and Mr. Jacobson that it was time for us to go. He complained for a moment but then was silent as we started towards our home.

Mr. Jacobson stopped me for a second and said, "You better stay with him after he passes out. We can't have him choking on his puke." 

I just wanted to get Dad home, but I worried about my mom too. He must have sensed it from the look on my face, because he said, "Don't worry about your mom. I'll make sure she gets home safely."

Instantly I knew his intentions were not honorable and the conspiracy theory I pushed aside earlier suddenly seemed more than possible. I knew people rarely if ever choked to death on their own vomit, so I assumed it was simply a ploy to keep me away. I figured I could get Dad to the house and be back in no more than five minutes, so I told him okay and continued leading my dad home.

No sooner were we in the door than I had dad safely on his bed. I stayed just a few minutes when dad began to snore, passed out on the thick comforter. I turned his head to the side just to be safe, and then made a bee line back to the party. 

The crowd had thinned out quite a bit, but there were still two dozen or so late-night revelers. I stood behind a large tree and spied my mom in a small group, the three Jacobson men not far away. They seemed to be huddled up as if planning something sinister and a cold sweat formed on my body as I had a sneaky suspicion of what or whom it might involve. Every now and then one would glance over his shoulder in my mom's direction, and then back into the huddle.

I thought about walking over and escorting my mom home, but for some reason I was intrigued with what was going to happen. Deep down, I figured my mind was playing tricks and I was probably blowing things out of proportion, but a nagging ache in the pit of my stomach warned me to be on guard.

As the party wound down, I saw Mr. Jacobson move alongside my mom. Her eyes were glassy, and it wasn't until then that I realized she held a wine glass in her hand pretty much the entire night. She looked a bit nervous standing next to the scourge of the neighborhood, but didn't run away either. He bent down and whispered something in her ear, and she nodded as if she understood whatever he was telling her, and then she scanned the area as if searching for something. I assume she was looking for my dad as Mr. Jacobson may have told her he went home. Fortunately, she didn't see me hiding behind the large maple tree so I was able to surreptitiously continue taking in the action. 

The two boys stayed back a few yards and watched their dad with rapt attention. There was clearly something afoot, and my interest was piqued. I watched their father chat with my mom for a few minutes, then he held his hand out as if leading the way and they started off towards our home. I saw Mr. Jacobson nod towards his sons, and they moved off quickly in another direction, but I had a feeling they were not headed to bed.

I followed at a safe distance as Mr. Jacobson escorted my mom towards the greenway that ran between houses towards our road. The trail was lighted but overgrown with trees on both sides, so it was difficult to make them out at times as they passed from shadow to shadow. 

I hurried to stay close, keeping an eye and ear out for Edward and Steven. I remembered their house was just off the path on our way, so I wondered if Mr. Jacobson was planning a detour. Just as Mom and he were about to pass the gate to his house, two figures loomed up before them. Even in the half light, I knew it was Edward and Steven, so I slipped into the woods and crept up close to them as softly as I could.

I heard Mr. Jacobson say, "What do you want, boys?" It sounded very practiced as though he already knew exactly what they wanted.

"Can't pass here unless you pay the toll," Edward responded.

"Well, what's the toll?" he grunted back.

"Can't pass here without leaving an article of clothing," he answered enthusiastically.

"Sounds reasonable," Mr. Jacobson replied, and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to his son.

I stealthily moved just off the path next to them behind a large shrub, and waited with baited breath for what was to come.

"Her too," Steven stated, pointing at my mom.

I could see the spotlight above just barely illuminate her face, and her eyes were wide but very glassy. Clearly Mom had had a lot to drink and her mind could not have been very sharp at that moment, but she didn't say a word or make a move to get away. 

Mr. Jacobson moved behind my mother and stated, "Well, Debbie, what's it gonna be? It doesn't look like you're wearing a bra, so dress or panties?" Mom mumbled something incoherently, but Mr. Jacobson quickly moved his hands to her shoulders and eased the straps down her arms. Before she could react with her wine-addled mind, he moved his fingers and grasped her dress at the hips and pulled down. Only a second later, my mom stood in the middle of the greenway in only her panties, her cute dress in a pool around her ankles. I heard my mother gasp as she realized what happened, and raise her arms to cover her exposed breasts. 

I could see the smug but excited expression on each of the boys faces as their eyes wandered all over my mom's lovely figure. Their father moved in closer behind her and reached around to grab her wrist. He slowly pulled them back behind her and held them in place, affording his son's an unencumbered view of my mom's small but perky tits. I heard him say, "Part of the toll is letting them get a good look."

Mom appeared to be breathing deeply, but the look in her eyes made it seem more from excitement than fear. I wondered if the game the boys were playing was actually turning her on. As hard as it is to admit, I was very aroused seeing my mom in such a vulnerable position. I was ready to pounce if things went too far, but really wanted to see just what might happen next and how she'd react.

Mr. Jacobson said, "Well, waddya think? Aren't our dear neighbor's tits magnificent?"

"Hell, yea," Steven barked, while Edward simply grunted his approval. 

"Come get a closer look, boys," Mr. Jacobson announced, then added, "Debbie won't mind, will ya, baby?"

I heard Mom mutter, "Oh god," and saw her try to twist out of his hands halfheartedly, but he held her fast. It was hard to tell if she was really trying to get away but was too drunk to control herself, or whether she was putting up only token resistance intentionally. She settled back down after a few seconds and looked towards the ground as if defeated.

The boys hesitated while Mom struggled, but then moved forward when she calmed down. They made no effort to hide the fact that they were scanning her entire body, ogling her breasts in particular. 

"Go ahead, touch them," Mr. Jacobson instructed his boys.

I could see the indecision in their faces, as if they realized what a big step they were about to take. Steven began to raise his hard towards my mom's chest, but suddenly stopped, clearly having second thoughts.

"Go ahead and touch them, I said," he stressed again, clearly getting agitated. He added, "Debbie here just loves to be touched, I can tell."

I looked at Mom's face and even in the low light I could tell her cheeks were flushed. I had no way of telling if it was simply from the wine, from fear, embarrassment or possibly arousal, but they were clearly red. I saw her slowly close her eyes and roll her head back a touch, making me think she was actually excited by being forced the way she was.

A quick image of my dad, passed out in bed came into my head and it pissed me off. He should be here defending his wife's honor, but instead he had left that task up to me. The thought of my dad, coupled with the image of those two punks touching my mother's tits finally set a flame burning in my belly, which started to grow until rage was torching my body. I reached down and grabbed a stick the size of a baseball bat that was at my feet, and jumped past the shrub into the greenway next to my mom.

All three Jacobson's jumped in surprise, but the father still held my mom in place. I held the stick out before me and said as calmly as possible, "Let her go, asshole."

There was silence for a minute, but Mr. Jacobson held her fast. He finally broke the silence and said, "We're just having some fun here, Ryan. Don't worry about it." He peered into my eyes and stated flatly, "Why don't you go home and check on your dad before someone gets hurt."

I'm sure the last thing he expected was for me to chuckle, but I did, heartily. I also dropped the stick to show I was not afraid in the least. See, I had an ace in the hole I had not shared with those out of my family and immediate circle of friends.

Guess it's a good time to tell you a bit about myself. When I was young I was totally hyper, and my conservative parents were at their wits end with what to do with me. A counselor suggested martial arts as a good way to learn discipline, and apparently my parents agreed.

So the little secret the boys didn't know was that I had been taking taekwondo since I was in kindergarten, attaining a black belt when I was still a teen, and have been an instructor for years. I have competed in numerous tournaments around my part of the country and have held my own with men far larger than Mr. Jacobson. I'm bigger than my dad at five foot nine and just under one hundred and sixty pounds. I'm not huge by any means, but wiry and fast as lightning. For my size, I also pack a hell of a wallop. 

Mr. Jacobson stared at me and I looked directly back at him and gave him a big smile, which I could tell unnerved him. It was good to see the uncertainty in his eyes, and even though I was outnumbered, it made me feel like I had the upper hand already. I decided to push things and repeated, "I said. Let her go, asshole."

With that he turned a bit and moved Mom between us as though she were a shield. I have to admit I stole a quick glance at her pert titties, before I regained my senses and checked to see where everyone else was. Mr. J then yelled at his sons, "Take him!"

The boys looked even more uncertain than their father, but Edward slowly moved towards me with his fists raised. I just stood with my hands at my sides, almost daring him to make a move. He did. With a lunge, Edward threw a right hand towards my face which I easily sidestepped as it was telegraphed and clumsily delivered. His hand cut the air as it whizzed past my face, just as the heel of my right palm made square contact with his nose. 

There was a distinct popping sound as Edward fell to the ground with a scream. I looked down and saw him writhing on the dirt path, clutching his face. I was quite certain a trip to the emergency room was in his future to repair a shattered nose.

Steven was staring down at his brother in disbelief, and then a rage must have overtaken him because he soon was charging me like a bull. He apparently meant to tackle me, but like his brother he was far too slow, maybe from the alcohol he consumed earlier, and I sidestepped his advance as well. Just as he was about to rush past me, I shot my leg up and hit him firmly in the belly with my shin, dropping him like a rock. He too lay on the ground, whimpering like a baby and sucking in air, as I turned towards his dad.




Block Party Bully



I shot him my best grin and said, "I'm gonna tell you one last time. Let her go, asshole." 

I briefly looked into my mom's eyes and they were wide open, but still very glassy as though she were trying to determine if what she was seeing was real or simply a dream. I cast my glance over her shoulder to once again look at Mr. Jacobson, and stared directly into his eyes.

He let my mom go and backed up a step or two, then said, "We were only joking, Ryan. You didn't have to hurt the boys."

I didn't say a word, but moved towards my mom and stooped to grasp her dress from the ground. Fortunately, I had been trained to expect something like this, so I kept an eye on Mr. Jacobson as I bent over. He must have thought he had the perfect opportunity to settle the score for his sons, as he stepped forward and swung his foot in the direction of my face. Clearly he had a bit to drink, because he was off balance and I easily caught his heel and pushed it skyward, sending the large man ass over teakettle. He landed with a thud, and I pounced on him, landing a couple short, hard blows to his chubby face. He grunted and moved his hands to cover up, and I quickly jumped off him and stood looking down at his sad shape. 

Nothing was said for a minute as we all remained unmoving in our places. I could see Mr. Jacobson looking up at me through his fingers as he clutched his face, so I stated aloud so he and his boys could hear clearly, "If I ever, and I mean ever, see you scumbags near my family, I promise you'll get it far worse than tonight. Understood?" 

There was a grumbling sound which came from Edward's direction, but nothing else. I became a bit frustrated by their lack of enthusiasm, so I kicked Mr. Jacobson in the gut, not very hard mind you, and then repeated louder, "Understood?"

All three said yes and I could see a couple head nods as well. I have to admit, it was pretty intoxicating beating the hell out of the bully on the block, and I felt my blood pumping through my veins. I once again thought of my dad passed out inside our home as I looked at the three men on the ground, and I shook my head in disgust. 

I wanted to minimize the chances of future problems, so I added, "Good, I'd hate to have to call the cops and tell them how you all tried to rape my mother here tonight." With that I went back and stood near Mom and lifted her dress off the path. I was kind of surprised that when I had dispatched the guys, she didn't immediately pull the dress up, but I figured she was probably in shock, or maybe just quite drunk.

As I tried to get the dress up over her hips, I had to lean in and twist it upwards, bringing my face inches from her right breast. It was not large, maybe a B cup at best, but was the perfectly shaped without the slightest sag. Pretty damn nice for a woman in her mid-forties, I thought. Hell, they were better than most of the twenty-something's I'd dated. I couldn't help but feel tightness in my groin as I soaked in my mother's form. 

After I slid the fabric over her chest, I struggled to get the straps back in place, but finally accomplished my task. I found it was a lot easier to undress a woman who'd had a few drinks than dress them!

I looked into mom's eyes and gave her a smile, letting her know everything was okay, and then gave her a big hug. I pulled back and gazed into her eyes once more. She looked so vulnerable, and I was feeling so strong, before I even knew what I was doing I leaned in and kissed her.

Mom didn't move as our lips touched, so I slowly applied more pressure and kissed her more firmly. I felt her lips open slightly, so I moved my tongue just into her mouth and flicked it across her own. She made a whimpering sound but didn't pull away, and as I was about to take her in my arms once more when I remembered where we were and who may have been watching, so I quickly recoiled.

I took Mom's hand and gave it a gentle tug, leading her once down the greenway towards our home. We entered the yard through the back gate, and then continued on to the house. I opened the door and with my hand on the small of her back, softly prodded her into the kitchen.

Once inside, I finally got a good look at her. There was a mist in her eyes as though she was looking at me from far away, but she gave me a weak smile and said, "Thank you for taking care of me, Ryan."

Mom began blushing again, and I hoped it was from excitement. I moved to her and gave her a big hug, whispering in her ear, "I'll always take good care of you, Mother." Her body felt warm and small in my arms, so I held her for a long while. 

I couldn't get the thought of our earlier kiss out of my mind, and had to try again. I relaxed my arms a bit as I eased my head back, and then brought my nose down to hers. She looked up at me and her eyes fluttered a bit before she closed them slowly. I took it as a sign to proceed, so I lowered my lips and gave her another soft kiss. 

Mom's hands tensed around my hips, holding me, not in an attempt to push me away. I was certain my wildest dreams were about to come true, so I kissed he more aggressively, and she responded in kind. I have no idea if it was the way she always sounded when she kissed passionately, but she made soft whimpering sounds into my mouth as our tongues danced together. 

We stayed like that in the kitchen for a good two minutes until I slid my hands forward to cup her breasts through her dress. At first she just moaned louder as I kneaded her tender flesh, but then she moved her hands to my chest and pushed me away firmly. 

I cannot even begin to tell you how disappointed I was at that moment and stared down upon her in disbelief. Mom raised her hand and wiped her mouth with her forearm. She then looked up at me and sheepishly said, "Maybe we both need to hit the hay."

I couldn't believe the best chance that I'd ever had to bed my dream girl was about to end. I knew she had a few cocktails that evening, and I thought I may never get another opportunity, so I had to press my luck. My mind raced for what to do or say. For whatever reason, the vanquished Jacobson boys came into my head, and one simple strategy came to mind. Since she appeared so submissive when they pushed things, I thought maybe I could too. I stared directly into her eyes and said, "You didn't pay the toll yet."

She looked at me with confusion all over her pretty face, and asked, "What toll."

"The toll you owe me for saving you from the Jacobson boys," I said as matter of fact as possible. I hoped that by being clam, I could always claim it was a joke if she freaked out. 

I saw a puzzled look on her face, and then she blushed as she became aware of just what I meant. 

Much like Mr. Jacobson had done, I moved behind her and touched her shoulders gently. In a soft voice I whispered in her ear, "Just one article of clothing, Mother." She stood as still as a statue and did not utter even the slightest grunt in defiance. I slowly moved my fingers across her neck until they found the spaghetti straps which supported her dress. Without another word, I slid the straps outward then down her sleek arms.

I was candidly surprised that Mom didn't move, but thrilled nonetheless. My hands went to her hips and began tugging the dress downward until, like before, it made a lump at her feet. I dropped to my knees and lifted one foot, then the other, and removed the pretty sundress from the floor and cast it over a nearby chair. My eyes wandered up her toned legs to her taut little bottom, encased by a skimpy pair of lavender panties.

My body was on fire as I took in the nearly naked backside of my mom. I couldn't help it as I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her abdomen and planted kisses all over the soft skin of her derrière. I heard her moan as her hands began stroking my arms, and at the sound a pulse shot through my entire body, particularly my groin. 

I slowly got to my feet and let my hands wander up her body as I went. I stood close behind her and began nibbling on her shoulders and neck. She actually tilted her head back, giving me greater access to her tender parts, and my mouth wandered across them with relish. I remembered her perfect little breasts and just had to hold them in my hands. I eased my fingers up her tummy until they cupped her little orbs. 

Time seemed to stand still as I just held her like that for a while, then I ran my hands a bit higher and found her hard little nipples. I very gently rolled them between my fingers, drawing a large intake of air from my mom. She must have liked what I was doing, because she slowly pressed her body back and almost imperceptible began rocking against me. 

My mom reached her hands back and placed them on my thighs as I continued to assault her sexy body. I kissed my way up her neck, and then nibbled on her earlobe. As my lips grazed her ear, I just had to say, "I love you, Mom."

"Oh, god, I love you too," she whimpered in response, then gave each of my thighs a squeeze in her small hands. 

I couldn't believe I was actually in the family kitchen, holding my mother's breasts, my dad asleep just upstairs. "Holy shit, "I suddenly thought to myself. In all the drama of the evening, I completely forgot about him! My heart was already beating like a drum from excitement, but suddenly my pulse quickened even more at the prospect of being caught.

Sweat formed on my brow, but I didn't break away from my mother. I was certain he would be soundly asleep until long into the morning, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Still, it was chancy doing what we were in a well-lighted first floor kitchen, so I took mom's hand and nearly dragged her up to my room.

It may have been crazy actually moving closer to my parent's room, but at least I could lock the door. I had also been dreaming about bringing a girl back to my room for years, but my conservative parents would never allow me to have someone in my room with the door closed. Ironically, that was about to change.

I closed the door behind us firmly, and then advanced upon my mother. She didn't back off a bit and our arms entwined as we kissed passionately. I placed my hands on her bottom and easily lifted her little frame and set her around my hips. She locked her legs around my ass and kissed me more ravenously than I had ever been kissed before.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. Mom was always extremely conservative, so I wondered what had awoken her passion. Was it simply the alcohol coursing through her veins, stunting her inhibitions? Or did the aggressive actions of the Jacobson's fulfill a submissive fantasy in her that had theretofore been untapped? Could it just have been me? Mom and I had always been close, but had she at times envisioned a sexual escapade with me just as I had long done for her? Regardless of the reason, I was more than happy with the results.

With Mom wrapped around me as tightly as she was, it was hard to move, but I managed to waddle my way to my bed. I slowly leaned over and placed her upon it, then broke away to take her in. As I said, I always wanted to sneak a pretty a girl into my room, but I could never have imagined having anyone more attractive in that spot in my entire life. 

As I stood above the bed I began peeling my clothes off. Mom looked at me with wonder as I loosed my belt, and then pushed my jeans to the ground. I was surprised when her hand moved between her legs and she started rubbing herself as she watched me disrobe. I stared directly into her eyes as I lowered my boxers to the floor and stepped out of them, my cock rock hard and standing proudly at attention. 

I saw mom's eyes glance lower towards my cock, and she licked her lips as she saw me naked for the first time since I was a child in the bathtub. One of my greatest fantasies was to get between my mother's legs and lick her to an orgasm, and I figured I had better get to it lest she come to her senses and run screaming from my room.

I climbed onto the foot of the bed and eased myself between her slender legs. I moved my hands to her hips and grasped her little panties, and pulled. Mom lifted her butt off the bed so I could extract the silky little number, then I slipped them downward. I held the soft fabric for a moment, and could feel the warm dampness in the crotch. I took a brief smell, which was intoxicating, but I wanted the real thing.

Grasping Mom's ankles in my hands, I spread her wide and leaned over to kiss her legs. I began kissing and licking a trail upwards, towards the union of her thighs. I glanced up and saw mother looking at me intently, I'm sure wondering if it was really happening. My eyes moved back down a bit until I focused once more on her beautiful pussy, and I just had to love it.

I craned my neck and slowly slithered my tongue gently across the folds of her sex, then took a long whiff. She smelled wonderful and tasted even better than I had dreamed about. I had to have more and began licking all over her drenched crotch, wanting to please her more than I ever wanted anything in my life.

Mom was making a humming sound between whimpers, which sent shivers down my spine. I eased two fingers into her tight channel as I started sucking on her juicy lips. She began bucking into my face at the same rhythm that my digits probed her pussy, and grasped my head by the hair. I had only been licking her a few minutes, but by the sounds she was making I was sure an orgasm was near, making me wonder if dad ever went down on her. 

I ran my tongue up her cleft until it found her hard little clit, which I circled slowly to tease her. Mom let out a loud moan at the contact, which frightened me a little with dad just a couple doors away. I just prayed he was still nearly comatose. 

Mom began making a throaty grunting noise over and over, and thrust her hips at me even more rapidly, making it clear she was about to climax. She gave one last hard push, and squeezed my face deeply into her inflamed snatch as she roared in orgasm.

She almost suffocated me as she held me so tightly, but I kept lapping at her clit and fingering her the entire time, wanting to extend her pleasure as long as possible. She finally released my head and collapsed back upon the bed in a heap. 

I'm not going to lie, I was pretty damn proud of myself for making my mom cum so strongly, and I wanted to do it again. My cock was rock hard, and I climbed up her body to kiss her. She seemed dazed at first, but then slowly began kissing me back as she came down from her high. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, wanting her to taste the most wonderful flavor in the world, her own vagina.

My cock was lined up nicely with mom's pussy, and I nudged myself forward a bit until the tip touched her slippery sex. Her eyes were glassy and I'm not even sure she knew what was happening when I first began sliding my cock inside her well-lubed groove. I rolled my hips forward until I was buried completely inside her, which drew a long, "Yes," from her lips. 

Mom was as tight as any girl I had been with before, but far more warm and wet. Her muscles seemed to hold me in place, then she released me and I began sliding my cock slowly in and out of her. I looked down and mom's eyes were closed and her head was thrown back, rocking side to side, her mouth agape and sucking in air. 

She appeared like she was in another world altogether, and I wanted to take her even farther. I increased the pace of my thrusting, driving down into my mother at a rapid pace. Mom hiked her knees up to place her feet squarely on the bed, which she used as leverage to power herself back against me. 

We fucked at that speedy pace for a while, but I had to slow down as not to cum too fast. I lowered my face to hers once more and kissed her with a passion, my cock still buried inside her. We kissed for a while, until Mom broke our kiss and said in a raspy voice, "I'm so close baby, keep fucking me." 

She certainly didn't have to ask me twice, and I got back down to business immediately. Given her statement, I decided to go for broke and fucked her faster than I had ever done with anyone before. Mom seemed to absolutely love it, and wrapped her legs around my thighs, pulling me more deeply inside of her. 

Sweat dripped off my body and landed on mom's chest as I pounded her with reckless abandon. My orgasm was close and groans escaped my lips as I fought for the air to keep going. Mom made a high-pitched whimper with every thrust, which grew louder the longer we went at it. She then began saying, "Yes," over and over before she let out a loud sigh and came on my cock, just as my body buckled and shot load after load deep inside her.

I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies pressed together as we fought to catch our breath. My cock was still inside her, and I rolled over onto my back and pulled her atop me. Her sweaty hair was spread out across my chest, and I grasped a fistful to raise her head. We looked into each other's eyes, and I softly began kissing her, wanting her to know how much I adored her.

We stayed together for a good twenty minutes with my mom resting upon my chest. It was simply the most wonderful feeling of my life, holding the person I loved more than anyone in such an intimate way. She finally stirred and looked at me sheepishly. She seemed lost for words, but softly said, "Well, I think I better get a shower before bed."

I had hoped she would stay with me all night, but realized that was unwise given the fact that her husband would not approve if he happened to wake unexpectedly. I was thrilled however when Mom pressed her lips to mine and gave me a soft kiss before climbing out of bed. She reached for her panties and bent to pull them up her legs, and I couldn't help but watch. Her eyes scanned the room, and then she asked, "Where's my dress?"

I remembered it was still over a chair in the kitchen, so I reluctantly got out of bed and put on a pair of shorts to retrieve it figuring it would be unwise for her to do so in only panties. When I returned Mom was sitting on the edge of my bed, but stood as soon as I walked in. I helped her into the dress, and with a weak grin she left me and headed to her room.

A few minutes later I followed her to the room and peered inside. She had put on one soft light, and I could see the lump in bed that was my father, snoring away. A brighter light came from under the bathroom door, so I assumed mom was washing away all signs of our union before she climbed into bed beside him.

I was still horny, and thought about joining her in the shower, but knew it was just far too risky. Reluctantly, I made my way back to bed, wondering what the next day would bring. 

I awoke slowly the next morning, then the intense memories of the evening before flooded back into my mind. It was hard to believe I kicked the asses of the three Jacobson boys, but even more astounding that I actually bedded my mother after years of dreaming about it. My cock grew rock hard, and I gave it a few tugs thinking about her hot body and beautiful face.

As much as I wanted to cum, I wondered if maybe mom was awake and we could sneak downstairs for a quickie. I figured the chances were pretty much nonexistent, but a guy could hope. After dragging my ass out of bed, I pulled on and old tee and headed for the kitchen to meet my fate.

The house was quiet and I was the only one up, which was not surprising given what my parents had to drink. I made a pot of coffee and sat sipping for a while when I heard the patter of feet approaching. The hair on my neck stood on end as I hoped Mom was about to enter the kitchen. I was highly disappointed when my dad walked around the corner, looking like death.

He hung his head when he saw me, then muttered, "Morning, Ryan."

"Morning Dad, there's coffee," I replied and nodded my head towards the pot.




Block Party Bully



"Thank god," he said, and poured himself a cup. He joined me at the table and was quiet for a while, but then asked, "I don't remember leaving the party last night. Did I do anything silly?"

I could see the embarrassment in his eyes, and wanted to ease his mind a bit, "Nope, I got you out of there pretty early."

He gave a sigh of relief, and then said, "I owe you."

I just smiled back thinking, you have no idea how your wife already paid your debt. Instead, I replied, "Don't worry about it."

His face twisted up a bit when he inquired, "And your mom, did she get home okay too?"

"Yea Dad, I walked her home. She's fine."

"Great," he replied, and I could see some of the guilt drain from his face.

We sat in silence for a while until Mom finally arrived in the kitchen. I saw her blush when she saw me, but turned to the counter quickly and said, "Good, I needed coffee."

She joined us at the table, and surprisingly my dad looked far more uncomfortable than my mom. He finally said, "I'm sorry if I got a little crazy last night, sweetie."

Mom looked at him with cold eyes and replied, "We spoke about that before we left yesterday. You promised me you'd behave."

Dad just hung his head and said, "I know."

Mom just looked at me and stated, "Well, this isn't the time to talk about it." 

I felt ill at ease sitting between the two of them in a painfully uncomfortable silence. I wondered how long it would take for the tension in the house to get back to normal levels, but more importantly, I needed to know where I stood with my mother.

I made eye contact with mom, and was unnerved when she stared back at me with a black expression on her face. She then broke the silence by stating, "Dennis, you should thank your son for getting me home safely last night."

"I already did," he grumbled and got up to refill his cup.

When Dad's back was turned mom looked towards me, and to my disbelief it appeared she had a slight grin on her face. At the very least, she certainly didn't seem upset with me anyway. Instantly my cock grew hard again as I pondered the possibility that the activities of the night before might actually be repeated. 

After refreshing his coffee, Dad told us he was going back to bed. He asked me what I was up to for the day, so I lied and said I was heading out with friends to play basketball. He told me to have fun and left the room without acknowledging my mom.

We just stared at one another for a while before I blurted out, "I love you, Mom."

She gave me a soft smile, and then replied calmly, "I love you too, Ryan, but I think we need to talk."

I had a feeling something like that was coming, but her cool tone made my heart skip a beat. I had a sneaky suspicion I was about to catch an earful, even with her mellow expression, but after what had happened that was a very small price to pay. One good sign in my favor anyway was that she didn't dress me down in front of my dad and spill the beans to him. It was clear I didn't have any other options, so I looked back at her and simply nodded, awaiting my fate.

Mom took a long sip of coffee, and then said, "Ryan, I have some things to say and I want you to listen. Don't talk, just listen. Can you do that for me?" 

My heart felt like it was in my throat, and I nodded without uttering a word. Mom stood and walked to the hallway and peered around the corner, making sure Dad was truly gone and the coast was clear to chat. She returned to the table and sat back down, staring at me intently.

Mom cleared her throat, and then stated softly so any potential eaves dropper could not hear, "I'm disappointed with you."

I started to speak in a feeble attempt to defend myself, but Mom quickly held up a hand to silence me, saying, "Let me finish. You said you'd listen, so listen."

There were so many things running around in my head, but there was no way I could have articulated my thoughts. I felt a verbal spanking coming on, but I guess I deserved it. All of the confidence I had the evening before was long gone.

"You knew I was drunk, yet you...well, you know what you did," she said, staring directly into my eyes. "You took advantage of me, and it's not right. That's not the way I raised you and I never what to hear about you doing something like that again, understood?" she stated quietly but firmly.

Blood ran to my cheeks and I knew my face was red, and I simply nodded my head in shame. I wanted to either run away or throw myself at her feet to beg for mercy, but sat rooted in place, unable to move. 

Her face softened a bit, and she said, "You may not want to hear this, but your dad and I have not been intimate in ages. We've tried to keep it from you, but things have not been very good between us in years. You've noticed, I assume." 

I felt profound compassion for my mom, and nodded slowly in sympathy, trying to make it seem like the tension really wasn't too obvious.

With strain on her lovely face, she continued, "We've tried counseling, but your father seems more interested in work, golf and beer, than he is in me." 

Her pain was obvious, which was like a dagger to my heart. How could anyone hurt someone as amazing as her, I wondered? My emotions were torn between complete adoration and love for my mom, and rage at Dad for causing her pain. 

I reached across the table and wrapped her small hands within my own and gave them a soft squeeze. Mom gave me a weak smile, but I think neither one of us knew just what to say, so we remained silent for quite a while.

Mom pulled one of her hands out from my own, then placed it atop mine and gently stroked my skin. She stared into my eyes and said, "You know, you've really grown into a handsome young man."

A tingle ran down my spine, as much from her kind words as the way her fingers danced across my skin. There were a thousand things I wanted to say, but all that came out of my mouth was, "Thanks."

That exchange was followed by more silence, until Mom asked, "Can I be completely honest with you?"

I quickly nodded and responded, "Of course."

"Well, I'm not exactly sure how to say this, but here goes. Last night wasn't exactly the worst night of my life." 

The silence was deafening as I rapidly tried to process exactly what she had said. Did she really mean our lovemaking? Oh, Lord, please let it be so!

"Does that shock you?" she asked.

I had no idea what the best answer should have been at that moment, so I responded honestly, "A bit, I guess."

She didn't address my comment, she just continued on, "You know, I always loved going to your taekwondo tournaments. I was amazed how you always seemed to beat men twice your age and size." 

I felt my chest heave as my pride swelled, and I couldn't help a big grin from forming on my face. 

Mom looked over her shoulder towards the door, and then leaned in closer, "You want to know a secret?"

I nodded enthusiastically, wondering what was to come. 

"I used to get turned on watching you kick butt," she stated softly, letting her nails scrape across the back of my hand. I sat dumbfounded by her admission, when she added, "I loved watching you train in the back yard. You remember, when you'd wear nothing but shorts and practice your moves under the hot sun? It really was a thing of beauty."

Blood raced through my veins as I let her words soak in. I was simply floored. Had my mom been fantasizing about me all the while I had been dreaming about her? Could the events of the previous evening have happened ages ago if I only pressed my luck?

Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts and back to the present, "And then last night, the way you took control of things and protected me...," Her thoughts seemed to run out, but I think I understood where she was going.

I pulled my hands away from hers, and stood to move in her direction. After walking around the table, I leaned down behind her and pulled her into a tight embrace. 

Mom leaned her head back and I took the opportunity to softly kiss her all over, from the nap of her neck to her pouty lips. A soft whimper escaped her mouth as my hands cupped her breasts, and my tongue slid across her lips. I nibbled on her earlobe and whispered, "I love you so much, Mom."

"I love you too, Ryan," she sighed, almost inaudibly. 

It seemed crazy to be making out in the kitchen once more, this time in the light of day with Dad possibly awake upstairs. Mom must have sensed it, because she pried my hands away from her chest and turned to face me. 

I was afraid I'd gone too far, but Mom's sultry look told me differently. I was completely thrilled when Mom said, "You know, I love a warm bubble bath when I'm hung over. Care to join me?"

My body tingled all over with an excitement I'd never known before. I was ready to run to the bathroom when I thought of my father. "What about Dad?" I asked.

"I'm going to take a bath and you're out playing basketball with friends. What's the issue?" she replied with a shit-eating grin.

I didn't have to be told twice. Mom stood and gave me a big hug, and our mouths met once more. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom just down the hall, and then turned and asked, "Better we stay down here, don't you think?"

I wholeheartedly agreed and she bent to turn the water on and poured some bubble bath in, as I went to the door and locked it. We came together once more in a solid embrace and kissed one another passionately. Mom pulled my shirt over my head, and then pushed my athletic shorts to my feet. She then gasped my cock in her hand and started softly stroking it as we kissed. 

The sensations passing through my body were overwhelming, and I hoped to make her feel the same way. She was wearing an old nightie which I grasped and pulled up over her head. Mom was naked underneath, and my hands instantly moved to her sides so I could stroke her soft skin. 

We finally broke away and Mom told me to get in. She followed me and dropped down between my outstretched legs and sat back against my chest. My hands ran up her torso until I cupped her breasts as I nibbled on her shoulder.

She slumped down a bit and sighed, "God, I love that, baby."

I'm sure she could feel my hardness against her back, so she must have known I loved it too. I slid my right hand down her tummy until I touched her pussy. Mom whispered, "Yes," as I began stroking her up and down, before I slid two fingers inside her. She slowly started rocking her hips against my probing fingers, making the water roll around us. I eased my hand up and began toying with her clit as I pinched her nipples, and she moaned aloud. "Make me cum, Ryan," she begged softly, and I was eager to comply. Only a minute or so later, Mom started the same humming sound that she made the night before when she was about to cum, so I rubbed her harder and faster as she let herself go.

Mom's body went limp as she fell back against me. She gave a contented sign, and pulled my hands up around her into a hug. I squeezed her tightly, and she leaned her head back to kiss my cheek. She gave me a soft smile and said, "Thank you, honey."

My cock was hard and ready to go, but mom made no effort to move, so I tried to remain patient and let her bask in the afterglow. After about five minutes, Mom pulled my hands away and moved to her knees facing me. She gave me a serious look and said, "I know this is crazy, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night. You took such good care of me, now I want to take care of you."

I wasn't really sure what she meant, but I was game for almost anything.

"Sit up on the side of the tub, sweetie," she instructed, and I did as was told. 

Mom placed her hands on my knees and pushed them apart. She scooted towards me a bit, and then leaned her head over into my lap. My eyes opened wide as I realized what was about to happen, something I'd only dared dream about previously. A moment later I felt something soft swirl around the head of my cock, then begin lightly sucking on it. My cock was inside my mother's mouth!

It was surreal to look down and see my beautiful, innocent mom sucking my shaft. The sweet soccer mom I'd always known was suddenly replaced by a ravishing sexpot. She sucked me hard as her small hands stroked my thighs and caressed my balls. Every now and then she'd swallow almost my entire length, then pull back and focus on the head. 

After pulling my shaft from her mouth, Mom gave me the sexiest smile I'd ever seen, and then said, "I've been thinking about this all morning." With that, she dropped her head once more and devoured my cock. I noticed one of her hands was between her legs, obviously rubbing her pretty pussy while she sucked me. 

In my time I had experienced more than a few blow jobs, but nothing could have compared to the sheer eroticism of receiving an amazing one from my own mother. The fact that my dad was in the house only heightened my arousal, and I knew I was only seconds away from an intense orgasm. 

I moved a hand to Mom's head and tried to move it away from me, not wanting to cum in her mouth. I stammered, "I'm so close, Mom," but she didn't move away, but rather increased the tempo of her bobbing head. I saw her arm moving rapidly back and forth, and knew she was stroking herself furiously, needing to cum herself.

"Oh, God," I whimpered as I felt my sack tighten as my cum began to pulse forward. Blast after blast of my cream shot into Mom's mouth as she milked my cock with her lips and tongue. She made humming sounds from her mouth which sent a shiver up my spine as my balls emptied completely. 

Never in my life had I experienced an orgasm as powerful, and I was completely spent.

Mom sucked my cock gently until it softened in her mouth, all the while making soft moaning sounds. After a while she backed away a bit and gave me a wonderful smile. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," she said, and I just nodded as I tried to catch my breath.

I slowly sank back down into the water and pulled her into an embrace. The water had cooled, but our bodies felt very warm together. We had cuddled in silence for ages, when Mom asked, "Honey, do you think you can go again soon?" 

Just hearing her say that made my cock begin to tingle, so I answered her in the affirmative. 

"Good, because I was hoping we could sneak down to the basement for a while. I'd love to have you fuck me again, well, that is, if you're willing to, of course."

I didn't have to be asked twice. I helped her from the tub and instantly we were on our way downstairs without even bothering to dry off. The morning only got better and better, but that's a story for another day.



Block Party for Carrie - Act 01



Her eyes and face turned towards to where he sat off to the side. Except for that little turn of her head, she was facing her audience directly... just as she'd been told to do. Squatting on her heels but not sitting. Legs spread open. Back pressed hard against the wall. 

She wasn't completely naked. But that tiny little pleated skirt she was wearing, the one that didn't quite cover her ass when she met the men at the door earlier, didn't cover anything at all in this position. Likewise, the thin, low cut, stretch top that had shown off her hard nipples and a wide expanse of cleavage when she welcomed them inside her home, was now pulled down below her tits which only served to thrust them up and out for all to see.

She searched her husband's face, hoping - but not expecting - to see some signal that she was forgiven. Even as she did, her hand stayed busy doing just as she had been instructed to to, working that little pussy of hers into a slippery, wet, frenzy. She alternated between sliding her fingers over her swollen clit and then pushing them inside, fucking herself. Maybe if he saw how obedient she had become his irritation would soften and he would put a stop to the show she was performing. 

He recognized the meaning behind the look, and it irritated him. "Please. I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again. Look, I'm doing just what you told me to do. I'm a good girl, right? I promise I'll behave myself from now on." That look was obvious and he'd seen it before, although he knew it to be untrue. He had found out that she had fucked yet another man, the latest in a line of men who now counted themselves amongst those lucky to have their way with his hot little wife. She'd do it again. There was no doubt about it. He knew she would do it again.

But there was another look that he saw in her face. This one he also knew, but this one brought him an inner satisfaction. "Oh, shit! You know I can't wait much longer. I'm losing control! It's getting so fucking close. If you don't tell me to stop soon, it will be too late. Do you really want me to do it? Do you really want me to make myself come right here in front of all these men?" This look carried a certain nervousness.

He knew why. Carrie's orgasms were wild. Powerful. She was unlike any other woman he'd known, and he understood how it played a huge part in her constant cheating. This girl loved sex. She fucking loved it. There was no faking of orgasms with her. Many times, her climax came with her body shuddering all over, a scream from deep inside, eyes rolling back, then a fountain of liquid spurting from her pussy. When she hit that peak, it didn't satisfy her need. It only served to light a fire that took a long time to extinguish. She would beg to be fucked all night long in every way imaginable, coming over and over and over again. 

Today, there was no reprieve. She saw him make a little nod of his head, but she could see from the stern look in his face that it wasn't a sign that he was releasing her. It was a nod that told her, "Go on. There is no going back for you tonight." She needed to finish what she started. 

She turned her eyes away from her husband just in time to see the three men begin stripping off their clothes. She saw the hard cock of the man living next door... another one from across the street... and a third guy from a few houses down... "I might as well just invite the whole neighborhood!" he'd yelled in anger that day he'd caught her for the umpteenth time. "You're going to fuck them all eventually anyways, so let's just get it over with." A few days had passed, and now that's just what he had done.

The sight of three cocks surrounding her was too much for Carrie. There was going to be so much sex today. So much fucking sex. The thought of it immediately made her pussy pulse and twitch. "Oh SHIT! Oh FUCK!" she squealed, the dirty words helping to push her right over the edge. "That's it! I'm going to come! Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" And with that, she could no longer support herself in that squatting position. She collapsed backwards, her legs flying wide open, her pelvis thrusting upwards, and her hand a blur as the fountain inside of her began to erupt. "Yes! UHHHH!! Oh my fucking GOD, YES!" she screamed out from deep inside her soul.

The men watched her in amazement as she squirmed, quivered, and shook all over from the powerful climax. They saw her jam her fingers deep inside her pussy as she came, while her other hand flew to her tits and pinched one of her nipples hard. Then her hand slid from her pussy and a stream of juice shot into the air, proof of the powerful release from deep inside of her. She slapped her spread pussy a few times as she came, screaming out in grunts and cries of lustful, animalistic release.

As often happened, she had nearly blacked out from the pleasure. So, at first, she couldn't understand what was happening as strong hands pulled her up to her knees. When a cock brushed against her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked on it without really thinking... automatically. She loved sucking cock, and it felt especially good right then... an oral pacifier to help soothe the shaking left over from her orgasm. The tremors were now only inside of her, but they put her in a state somewhere between the peak of excitement and the edge of wildness. She slid her mouth up and down, sucking hungrily as she enjoyed so much the wonderful feeling of the thick shaft stretching her wet lips and the bulging head sliding across her tongue.

It wasn't until she felt another pair of hands on her head, pulling her away from the cock she was sucking, that she started to remember just where she was and what she was doing. She didn't want to let go of that first cock, but, as soon as her head was turned, she found herself rewarded with another one shoved into her mouth that was just as hard. This time, she looked up into the eyes of the man she was so willingly servicing. She knew men liked that. It made them feel in control. 

Carrie tried to focus all her attention on pleasuring this man, but hands that squeezed and groped her body quickly distracted her. The other two men were exploring all the curves and crevices of her body... places that should have been forbidden to them. Her nipples were still sensitive from her recent orgasm so she moaned in pleasure when rough hands ran across the them. Moments later, she gasped and reflexively slid a hand down between her legs, rubbing her pussy as the men's fingers found her hard nipples, pinching them... and not so gently either. 

She let go of the cock she was sucking to look back at the man behind her, but as soon as she did she was instead pushed forward onto her hands and knees. It made it easier to slide their hands over the curve of her ass and down between her legs. Fingers from one of them entered her pussy, sliding in and out for a short time before being replaced by the fingers of another man. She spread her legs open for them, making it easier to explore her. A gasp of delight escaped her throat.

Carrie's body immediately responded to all the stimulation. Her pussy gushed and she felt a hot tingle of sexual desire wherever they touched her. But, it was more than just the physical touch. She felt dirtier than she ever had and that is what electrified her body. 

She could look over and see her husband. He had moved a little closer, but wasn't taking part in the party that these men were having with her. He was only watching today. Being used like this right in front of him really drove home the lesson of what a dirty little fuck slut she was. She was a married woman who should have been faithful to her husband, but instead she was in her living room on all fours, mostly naked as three other men had their way with her right in front of him.

Feeling a small pang of guilt somewhere deep inside, she decided to reach out to the man that had married her 10 years ago. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked him in a lusty, breathless voice. "Did you want to see your wife surrounded by men? Did you wonder what it looked like to watch her suck on their hard cocks? Is that it, baby?"

Her husband moved closer and Carrie wondered if there would now be a fourth cock that she would need to take care of. But, as he got closer, he instead put his hand on the shoulder of the third man. "She talks too much," he said. "Maybe you could stick something in her mouth that would make her shut up. What do you think?"

The neighbor nodded then moved in front of her. "I've got just the thing," he said as his cock pushed up against her lips. "I think this will keep her from talking so much." 

Playing along, Carrie kept up her dialogue. "What? Isn't a girl allowed to talk anymore?" Her lips were pressed against that cock, so her words were a bit mumbled. "This isn't very nice. I was just trying to ask if you..." 

That's all she got out. His cock pushed passed her lips as she was talking and cut her off when it hit the back of her throat. He was a little more forceful than the other two had been... probably feeling like he could do what he wanted based on what her husband had just told him. He took her head in his hands and she felt his fingers wrap around her pony tail. As he pulled and lifted her hair, it exposed her beautiful face, emphasizing the graceful curve of her jawline and shapely neck. But his intent was much more basic... now he had a nice handle to hold onto as she sucked his cock. He could use just one hand to control her. Pulling her hair a bit tighter, he pulled her forward and firmly pushed her down onto his rock hard cock. 

Carrie knew what he wanted... her throat. She didn't always let men take her that way, but she'd done it enough times that she could tell when a man wanted it like that. And, she'd also done it enough times that it wasn't as impossible of an act to perform as it probably was for most "normal" wives. Tonight, she was not only ready, but fully willing to let him have what he wanted. She really had been talking too much. She needed to be shut up. She relaxed her throat and let him push his way inside. 

She gagged on the first try, but, after letting her catch her breath, he pushed her head down onto his hard rod again. "I know you can do this. Come on, whore," he said to her. This time, she took him deeper... the dirty label he had given her helping to urge her on. He held himself there for a moment, pulled out then immediately pushed his way back in without letting her take a breath. He pushed her head down even harder until his entire cock disappeared. 

Carrie held back the urge to gag, but it made her eyes start to water. She felt a tear form in the corner of her eye, and then slide down her cheek. She looked up at him as best she could, blinking hard. "Oh, that's a good girl!" the man said to her. "I knew you could do it. Take it all the way down your throat. That's such a better use of that mouth of yours. Such a good little slut."

He slid out again. Carrie coughed and gasped, taking in deep breaths of air but keeping her eyes focused on the bulging, swollen, purple head of his cock that was still pointed right at her mouth. The other men's fingers continued working her pussy, spreading her ass and grabbing her tits. They still felt good but she was being forced to focus almost all her attention on bringing pleasure to that bulging, hard cock right in front of her.

Carrie rocked forward, letting his cock again slide into her mouth until it hit her throat. She rocked back, letting it slide out, then forward and back again. Fingers slid in and out of her pussy each time as well. She loved the feeling of being impaled from both ends. She felt so dirty being used like this and, without really thinking, she looked up at the man whose cock she was sucking with her eyes full of defiance. It was as if she was saying to him, "How dare you treat me like your dirty little whore," which, of course, made no sense to the man as he shifted his gaze just a little ways away from those pretty eyes and instead watched his cock slide in and out of her hungry, willing mouth. In fact, the look of defiance only made him grip her head a little tighter and shove his cock a little deeper down her throat with each thrust. Defiant or not, she was going to suck his cock until he came.

A moment later, Carrie was rewarded with a pulsing load of hot cum as the man she was servicing let out a loud groan of sexual release. The first few jets filled her moth, but she couldn't take it all like that. She pulled free just in time to keep from choking as a huge load spewed from his cock. Most of the rest shot into her face, although he pushed back inside her mouth after he was mostly done and held her there... pumping the last few spasms onto her tongue for her to swallow. 

Carrie swallowed as much as she could, the rest spilling out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin, then down onto her tits. She thought about wiping it all up, but quickly decided that it was better to leave it. He had marked her as a whore and she wanted to wear the pearl necklace he had given her for the others to see. The taste of his cum in her mouth only helping to feed the hunger she felt within.

The other two men quickly took their friend's place, moving back in front of her. "Get ready for some more," one of them said to her as he pulled her to her knees. "You're not done yet! You've got two more to take care of." 

Her husband once again came closer, this time moving behind her as she kneeled between those two men. Carrie gasped as she felt his fingers on her dripping pussy. "Oh, no. She's not done yet. Definitely not," he said in a quiet voice that carried the sound of authority. "Not by a long way. You guys take your turn with her mouth, but don't forget...," he said as he pushed three fingers up into her pussy and made her gasp. "Dirty little whores have other holes where men can stick their cocks."

Carrie's body shook as his fingers invaded her. He knew just how to touch her and it immediately made her body tingle with excitement. To steady herself and without even thinking, she reached out to the two men standing beside her and took a cock in each hand. She arched her back, not intentionally thrusting out her tits for these men to see as her husband finger fucked her a few more times, but giving them a great view of her round tits and hard nipples all the same. When her husband pulled his fingers out, Carrie let out a little whimper of frustration. "Please," she begged. "Please do it again."

Immediately, she felt his fingers again. Not inside her this time, but instead landing a hard, stinging slap on her ass. "Your pussy will get its turn, but not right now. These men want you to suck cock, so get to work."

The unexpected spank to her ass spurred Carrie back into action. She turned her head and slid her mouth onto one of their cocks. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, then slid him out and turned to the other. She did the same with him, each time looking up at the man whose cock she was sucking. She knew that she looked even dirtier and sluttier than before. Her hair was a mess, she was sure that her makeup was smeared all over, and her face and tits were still glistening with the other man's white load of cum.

Soon, she was taking turns sliding her mouth onto one, then the other, then one, then the other. Every time her mouth slid off one of their cocks, it made a sloppy, wet, slurping noise. She knew that it audibly reinforced what all of them already fully understood... she was a dirty slut and was here to be used for their pleasure. 

It was only a short time before one of them grabbed her head. He didn't let her go this time. "That's it," he groaned. "Get ready. It's my turn. I'm going to fill up that dirty little mouth of yours." Then, pushing her head up and down several more times, he pushed his hips forward and began shooting his load with a loud groan of pent-up sexual desire. She swallowed as much as she could, but again couldn't keep up with the flood that erupted from him. Gobs of his thick cum shot out and streamed from her mouth and down onto her tits just like his friend had done earlier.

When she turned to face the last of them, she could feel a string of juice from the other two men hanging from her chin. She'd seen enough porn to know that men liked to see a girl like that... dirty, well used, but not yet used enough. As she once again felt hands on her head, pulling her forward, she looked up at this man and with an obvious show of what she was ready to do she slid her hands behind her back, relaxed her jaw, and opened her mouth a little wider. She saw in his eyes that he immediately understood. She was removing all limits. Without hesitation, he pushed her down further, taking his turn to send his cock sliding in until it hit her throat. 

She couldn't look up any more. Her eyes again started to water and she instead looked straight ahead as he fucked her face, concentrating hard on not gagging. It wasn't long before he pushed in a little deeper, then a little more until he was all the way down her throat, and her nose was pressed against him. "Yeah, baby. That's it. Take it all the way. Hold it just like that you dirty little fucking slut."

Carrie tried to breathe, but couldn't. He held her that way for a few more seconds, but it seemed much longer to her. She was about to panic, when he loosened his grip on her so she could slide her mouth all the way off. She took in a deep gasp of much needed air, then one more. "Good girl," the man commended her in a voice like a man talking to a child. "That's a good girl. You did really good. Now, get my cock back in that mouth of yours," he said as he pushed back inside her, "and get ready for one more load of cum."

This time, she could right away feel his cock begin to throb as his orgasm quickly built to a peak. "That's it," he cried out. "That's it! Oh FUCK! Here it comes!" At first, she thought that he wasn't going to let her go. Once, a man had held her head tight and forced her to keep his cock down her throat as he shot his load. She had somehow taken it, his cum shooting almost directly into her belly, but she wasn't sure if she could do it again. Now, at the last moment he pushed her off his cock just as it started shooting thick streams like a fountain. 

She turned up her face and slid her hands under her tits, pushing them out so he could add his massive load to the rest of the sticky jizz that coated them. He grabbed his cock and jerked himself off as he came all over her screaming as he did. "YEAH! FUCK YEAH!!" It was a huge amount of white, sticky liquid and even she was in awe as she looked down to see how much her tits were covered by him and the other two men. She knew her face was similarly coated in splatters of the thick juice. 

Now, since each had got a turn, she ran a finger across her cheeks and chin, wiping up the sticky fluid the three of them had left all over her face, then slid that sticky finger into her hungry mouth. The man in front of her smiled in obvious pleasure, then pushed himself back into her mouth one more time to let her suck the last drops from his cock.

If Carrie thought that she was done, a moment later she knew was wrong. "I think we should show your friends what we have downstairs," her husband said to her. He had slid his hand under her arm and was helping her to stand up. Carrie was a bit unsteady, especially since she was still wearing her high heels.

To help her, he slid his arm under both of hers, pulling them back behind her as he hooked both her elbows. It made her back arch and shoved her tits way out in front of her. His other hand slid around in front of her, down her stomach then between her legs, slipping easily between the folds of her pussy. He stroked her clit as he continued. "I think we need to show them The Bench."




Block Party for Carrie - Act 01



A flutter of excitement and fear ran through her body. With wild eyes, she looked again at the three men around her and imagined what was to come. The Bench was something her husband had put together for those times when he wanted to simply use her for his own pleasure. It allowed for several ways to strap her down and restrain her in a way that made her fully accessible to him while leaving her completely unable to move. Now, images flooded her mind of being put into those same positions... bent over, legs and arms spread wide and tied tight, her pussy and ass exposed, tits hanging over the edge... except now it was three men that would be using her. 

Her pussy spasmed at the thought. Carrie pressed herself back into her husband, throwing her head back onto his shoulder. "No," she said, but not really meaning it. "No, please, no." But his fingers were on her clit, rubbing in little circles that quickly made her body tingle from head to toe with renewed lust. "Oh fuck... oh fuck," she panted as another powerful orgasm quickly approached. Her eyes had been closed, but now she opened them to once again look at the men that surrounded her. 

Two of them were pumping their cocks as they watched her, making themselves hard again. The other was hard already. Her mind once again reeled as the realization hit her... this wasn't over. She still needed to be fucked hard... and repeatedly. There would be no one to stop these men from using her however they wanted. This thought excited her so much that it sent her crashing over the edge in an instant. "Yes! Yes...! Oh my God, YES!!" She squealed. Another flood of fluid ran out of her as she came hard against her husband's hand. Her legs became weak and she soon collapsed to the floor, panting and squealing and moaning in mindless ecstasy.

Her fire was still lit. She was ready for more.