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VICKIE'S MOM II (1/3)



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    No one who saw us at the Hamburger Hut would have
mistaken us for anything other than what we appeared. Young
lovers, not yet sweet sixteen, holding hands under the table,
eating french fries and making goo goo eyes. Vickie and I
wandered among the other shoppers on Drake Street, protected
by a bubble of love. In the back of the bookstore, in the dark
refuge of the psychology section, we clutched and kissed. But we
nearly always maintained a demure facade in public.
    At Joanie's house it was an entirely different matter.
Almost the moment we entered Vickie's mother's house, her
demeanor changed from virginal fifteen year old to experienced
maitrisse with the snap of her now regal fingers. Sometimes this
created delightful incongruities. One day, after her volunteer job
at the community hospital, she trussed me up like a turkey and
made me service her asshole with my mouth, her red and white
candy-striper outfit bunched around her waist. I lapped her
creamy butt cheeks like a starving cat, and when she pulled her
cheeks apart with white-knuckled fingers, I parried and thrust my
tongue around her pinkish-brown asshole. I inhaled her earthy
smell, and noted every subtle change in her taste as I probed the
inside of her with my tongue. At first a little bitter, as my efforts
increased, her butthole produced a slow steady flow of rectal
mucus, my ambrosia, musky and thick. She kept me captive,
eventually cumming four times, bent over with my tongue snaking
in and out of her wrinkled little anus, for over an hour. When she
was satisfied, she straightened up, patted her dress back into
place, and adjusted the plastic badge that said "Vickie", with a
smiley face dotting the "i", over her left tit. She beamed down at
me as I kneeled on the kitchen floor, nursing my aching tongue.
She grabbed my face and french kissed me passionately. Joanie
clicked by in her tiny opened-toed sandals, and ruffed up my hair,
    "What a good little slutboy",
    and went back to stirring the ingredients that would
eventually be our dinner.
    Sandy, Vickie's step-brother's eighteen year old girlfriend,
moved into our happy household a few days later. I was in the
backyard, on top of a step-ladder, pruning the privacy hedge
around the swimming pool. I heard Joanie's BMW pull into the
garage, and the back gate swung open with a crash. Sandy shoved
a large duffel bag in front of her, with Joanie taking up the rear,
carrying a couple of shopping bags. She called over to me,
    "Make yourself useful and carry Sandy's bag up to the
attic."
    After I threw Sandy's olive-green duffel in the far corner
of what I thought of as my room, I joined Sandy and Joanie
downstairs. They sat on a divan in the sitting room, Sandy
hunched over, wringing her hands, and Joanie leaning back
casually with her arms extended over the back of the sofa. Joanie
said,
    "Sandy's dumped Junior. She called me this morning
crying her eyes out, poor thing. So I've invited her to stay here
and try and sort things out. You two can share the attic for now."
    I started to ask how we were supposed to share a room
with one bed, but Joanie put her finger over her lips, and I closed
my mouth. After a minute of silence she said,
    "You know, Sandy, Vickie's still a little miffed at you for
playing with her slutboy."
    Sandy shifted uncomfortably in her bellbottomed jeans.
Her ample breasts shifted in her tube top.
    "I feel just awful about that. I don't know what came over
me." I think she must have thought our little party had been an
aberration. "I'm mean it was really good, what happened, I mean,
uh, just not Vickie seeing us." She had no idea that after Vickie
had caught her tit-fucking my cock that Joanie, her daughter, and
I had gone upstairs and fucked and sucked the rest of the
afternoon. Joanie said,
    "Well, I think you owe her an apology, at least."
    "Yes, ma'am."
    "You know, I was planning a special dinner for Vickie
tonight. How would you two like to help?"
    "Sure!" I said with enthusiasm.
    "I guess so, but I'm a pretty lousy cook."
    Joanie turned to Sandy and said,
    "I was thinking more of service, for the both of you. You
can carry a dish, can't you."
    "Yes, ma'am."
    "Good. Let's go upstairs, there are a few details I'd like to
go over before I start cooking."
    "Me, too?" I asked.
    "Of course, my darling little pervert. You're one of the
details I need to work on."

    Joanie led us up to the attic room. She threw the shopping
bags she had brought in with her on my mattress. She told Sandy
to open them. Sandy bent over my bed and pulled out a pair of
pink bikini cut panties, sheer to transparency, and a black silk
kimono, identical to one Vickie owned. Joanie said,
    "No, not that bag, that's for slutboy."
    Sandy reached into the other bag and fished out an
incoherent tangle of leather straps and patches, studded with
stainless steel snaps. She looked at them, confused. Joanie stood
with her arms crossed over her tit shelf and said,
    "Those are your serving uniforms. I want you to strip
down now and we'll attend to some personal grooming before
you put those on."
    I didn't take much coaxing. I peeled off my T-shirt and
cutoffs in five seconds flat. My dick, exposed to my Mommy
Joanie, stirred and became heavy, although not fully hard, not yet.
Sandy sat on my mattress, staring at the outfit she held and
shaking her head. Joanie said sharply,
    "Don't get shy on me, young lady, I've just saved your
butt from Junior, and I'm giving you an opportunity to make up
with Vickie. Just do it and get it over with."
    Sandy kicked off her rubber thongs. She pulled the tube-
top off her big soft breasts and lifted it over her head, cascading
her long straight surfer-girl hair through it. She stood side by side
with me,  unbuttoned her bellbottoms, bent at the knees, and
shucked them and her panties down her long pale legs and over
her feet. She put her arms to her sides, and we both presented
ourselves to Joanie.
    Joanie looked at us for a moment, then approached us.
She faced Sandy and placed her hands on Sandy's shoulders.
Joanie ran her hands lightly down Sand's collarbone, meeting at
her cleavage, then moved them outwards over Sandy's melon
breasts to her incredibly long distended nipples. Sandy sucked her
breath in sharply. Joanie didn't linger, though. She moved her
hands down Sandy's belly and lowered herself to the floor. She
held her hands in the attitude of prayer and pushed them between
Sandy's thighs, pushing them open, exposing Sandy's sex. It was
covered in fine blond hairs. Joanie moved her hands back and
forth on either side of Sandy's apricot shaped pussy, and Sandy's
knees bent slightly to accommodate Joanie's touch. Joanie said,
    'Mmmm, Sandy, you're really built for sex. Your nipples
and clit are so yummy I can hardly stand it."
    I watched as Joanie spread Sandy's pussy and exposed her
nasty dangling clit. It protruded an inch from her open lips. The
sight of it made my dick dance and grow towards the ceiling.
Joanie said,
    "Look, Honey, look at what your nasty big clitty does to
the slutboy. He wants to rub his little dickie all over yours.  Just
look at him."
    Sandy raised her oval face and turned her almond shaped
blue eyes to mine. We shared a look, remembering the last time
our eyes met, when I'd sucked a copious load of my boycum off
her stiff long nipples. She looked down to my prick, standing out
from my pubic hair, growing bigger with each heartbeat. Sandy
said,
    "His dick gets so big."
    Joanie replied,
    "You make it big, Honey, your sex makes it big, don't
forget that."
    Joanie took her hands away from Sandy's sex, and Sandy's
body followed her touch, just a bit. Joanie cursorily stroked
Sandy's legs, and made a sour face. She said,
    "That won't do at all, you've got to shave your legs,
Honey, I can't have you serving my daughter with all that
stubble."
    Sandy blushed a very appealing pink. Joanie looked over
at my dick standing at attention at her eye level and said,
    "Your too hairy for my taste, too. Well, let's go take care
of both of you."
    She took us down to the master bathroom, and sat Sandy
on the toilet. Joanie pulled off her white cotton peasant dress and
kicked her panties into the open laundry hamper. She sat me at
Sandy's feet, and instructed me to clean her legs with my mouth,
starting with her feet. She rummaged around in a cabinet under
the lav while I started my tongue bath. I sat back a bit from the
full bodied eighteen year old, as she raised her foot to me and
pointed her toes. I loved holding her heel gently in my hand while
my tongue washed her arch, sole and ankles in wide strokes. She
curled all her toes but the big toe, and I took it deeply into my
mouth, twirling my tongue around and around it. Sandy moved a
hand into her lap and furtively frigged herself.
    "Ah ah ah, none of that, Honey. I don't want you to get
ahead of us", Joanie rebuked as she got on her knees behind me.
    I felt her hands slathering something gooey on my balls,
which were hanging under my ass, vulnerable to her as I
concentrated on Sandy's delightful pink toes. My testicles felt
strange, tingling as Joanie kneaded them with some sort of
liniment. They grew warmer with her touch, then hot, then
excruciating. My balls were on fire, heavy and full. Joanie reached
beneath me and jerked a handful of grease on my cock, which
slowly began to burn . My sucking and toe worship became
fevered as well. The bathroom filled with a menthol aroma and
Sandy and my moans.
    I scratched the soft wrinkled sole of Sandy's foot with my
front teeth and she wiggled her ass on the toilet seat. Her legs
were spread, and as I laved her feet I stared agog at her nasty
erect clitoris, which had joined my blazing teendick in throbbing
and twitching.
    Joanie moved beside me, and with an aerosol can sprayed
the leg I wasn't attending with shaving cream. She said,
    "Honey, put your foot in slutboy's lap, that's it."
    And she covered that leg in foam. She handed me a
disposable razor and said,
    "Ok, hotshot, I want you to make her as smooth as a
baby, and you'd better not knick her, I want her perfect for
Vickie."
    Sandra's beautiful pale white foot rested on my pulsing
penis. The unguent that Joanie had rubbed on my cock and balls
steamed and Sandy's toes, cool and wet from my saliva, felt
heaven sent.
    I started a tentative pass with the razor near Sandy's
ankle. Joanie was behind me again, and as I carefully scraped the
shaving soap off Sandy's leg, I felt one of Joanie's fingers teasing
my butthole. I undulated between the weight of Sandy's toes
wrapping around my cock head and Joanie's exquisite probing of
my ass. I moved up and down between the two, splaying Sandy's
toes with my pecker, and impaling myself on Joanie's finger. Too
late! I felt the burn spreading from my anal ring, up to where
Joanie was  tickling my rectal walls. I was trapped  between the
delicious foot in my lap and the mentholated finger Joanie diddled
inside my asshole. Tears dripped down the sides of my eyes.
    I kept shaving, cautiously overlapping each pass so I
missed no hairs on Sandy's long lean shins and thighs. Sandy
turned her foot outward and I rubbed a dollop of foam on her
inner thigh, up to her crotch. I leaned forward, to work more
closely, and I smelled her cunt, like wild mushrooms and trout.
She held my prick hostage in the firm clamp of her toes as I
placed the razor against her pussy and drew it back to me in
delicate movements.
    When I finished with that leg, I sat back, and Sandy
switched to the other. Joanie kept up her frigging of my glowing
butt, accelerating and decelerating her rhythm, keeping me on the
edge without bringing me to climax. When that leg was finally
done Joanie said.
    " Go sit over there for a minute, slutboy, I want to finish
Honey myself."
    I sat on the edge of the tub and watched as Joanie knelt in
front of Sandy. Grabbing Sandy's thighs, Joanie positioned her
closer to the edge of the toilet seat. With a squirt of the aerosol
can, Joanie covered Sandy's pussy with foam. She massaged the
foam into her pubic hair with two fingers. Sandy gritted her teeth
and said,
    "Ow, that burns a little!"
    "Quiet up there", Joanie snapped, and with a couple of
quick flicks of the razor, she had denuded Sandy's pussy of its
wispy blond hair. Sandy's pointy clit seemed to stand even farther
out from her sex now that the surrounding cover of hair was
gone. Joanie dipped her mouth down and caught the freakish
imitation of a penis between her lips. Sandy cried out and raised
one of her legs to allow Joanie clear access to her sex. I hissed my
breath in and out through my teeth. Joanie always had a way of
cranking me up.
    Joanie said,
    "Lie right there, slutboy, its your turn." She pointed to the
fuzzy blue bath mat. I lay down on my back, anxiously
anticipating my shaving. "Sandy, get down here, I'm going to
need your help with this little pervert, he's just covered in fur." I
did have a little puff of chest hair and a fairly thick blond thatch of
pubic hair for a fifteen year old. I waited in happy anticipation for
the women to shave me.
    Joanie sprayed shaving cream on both my legs, around my
stiff purple dick, and then up my belly to my navel. She handed
Sandy the razor, then walked up to my head. She told Sandy to
get started, with the same warning she had given me to take care.
Joanie placed a tanned narrow foot on either side of my head.
Then she crouched over my face, eclipsing the bathroom light
with her ass. She ran a shaving cream covered hand over my chest
hairs as she tantalized my face with grazing sweeps of her own
thick pussy bush. She tweaked and twisted my nipples and
lowered herself on my mouth. She said,
    "Oooooh, slutboy, come on and eat Mommy's cunt. Stick
out your filthy tongue and make Mommy feel better."
    She ground her cunt into my mouth and nose, leaving a
trail of lubricating fluids as she spread herself on my face. And her
taste. Her sex tasted sweet, like earth, lemon, and brown sugar,
not some artificially flavored douche, but her own natural juice
and skin combined, intoxicating and addicting. I couldn't get
enough, pivoting my head up and down, my tongue absurdly
extended, trying to gather every drop of her into my mouth and
down my throat. Her glistening black pubic hedge rubbed
unmercifully on my cheeks and chin. She thrust her hips forward a
little and let my tongue play on the brown rose of her asshole. I
adored her anus, tickling it with my tongue in a point, then, with
my tongue flattened to a broad plane, I lavished Joanie's butthole
with worship. She pushed against me and my tongue entered her
royal rectum. I was overcome with the nasty shame of it, as I
always was. I  fucked her asshole forcefully with my mouth,
pushing my tongue along her delicious shit channel. She rewarded
me by mixing her butt-honey with my saliva. A string of her
golden rectal mucus connected her asshole and my tongue-tip as
she shifted her cunt back over my feverishly working mouth.
    Sandy shaved the fuzz off my legs. Joanie clasped the
head of my straining boy boner by her tapered fingertips and held
it up straight. She said,
    "Go on, Honey, shave those ickey hairs off slutboy's
dickie."
    I continued to lavish my girlfriend's mom's dripping cunt
with kisses. I sucked her fat ragged lips into my mouth and
rippled my tongue-tip over them. I pulled my head back and
stretched her full pink lips away from her crotch, letting  them
nearly escape the pinch of my lips, then quickly sucked them back
into my mouth. I repeated this, over and over. Joanie growled,
and said,
    "Yeeesssss."
    Sandy worked carefully around my dick, scraping the
foam away with a soft scritching sound. Joanie said,
    "Lift your legs, my bald little slutdick, and let Honey
shave your balls."
    I brought my knees to my chest, and Joanie grabbed them
with her hands. I felt Sandy delicately shave the tender sacks of
my ball. When she was done, I felt her rub suds down my
perineum, down to my asshole, still glowing from the hot grease
Joanie had used on me earlier. She denuded that sensitive area of
hair at the same moment that Joanie came.
    "Jeeeeesus, holy Keeerist!!!"
    Joanie sat with her entire weight on my face, crushing me.
She smashed her cunt into my mouth, forcing my tongue into her
rippled pussy tunnel. I wagged my tongue, delighting in the
monkey grip her cunt had on it. She shook violently, forcing my
tongue even farther up her snatch.
    She fell back, sitting flat-butted on the bathroom tiles..
    She stood up at last, put her hands on her hips and said,
    "I've got to go down and start dinner. Whew. You two
had better shower and rest a little. You have a long night ahead of
you. I want you in your service uniforms when you come down.
Inspection's in two hours." She held up two fingers in the V sign.
"Do you understand?"
    Sandy said, "Yes, ma'am", at the same time I chirped,
"Yes, Mommy."
    Joanie smiled at us and answered, "Good." She turned and
closed the door behind her.
    We sat on the bathroom floor, our knees drawn up,
staring at our pink naked flesh. Sandy put out a tentative hand
and brushed my calf.
    "Wow", she said.
    We scooted closer to one another, and ran our hands over
each other's legs. We were both pink, and a little raw looking
where the razor had taken our hair. Sandy brought her hands
together at my groin, and rubbed my balls. I groaned,
    "Ahh, Sandy, that feels so good."
    I reciprocated, cupping my palm against her bald pussy. It
felt hot, and looked angry, blotched with red. Sandy wiggled her
hips as I moved my hand up and down her wet bare pussy. She
seized my wrists in her hands, and falling backwards, rolled me to
my knees, so I kneeled in front of her. She said,
    "Fuck me, Bobby, I can't stand it."
    We looked down at my knobby boydick, protruding from
my hairless groin. It looked and felt twice its normal size. Sandy
lay with her knees up to her shoulders, offering her succulent
pussy, with its obscenely distended clitoris, to me. I was seized by
conflicting emotions. Joanie had awakened in me the strong
desire to serve women, to wait passively while they took pleasure
from me. Now, here was a beautiful eighteen year old woman,
begging me to fuck her, me, a fifteen year old wormboy, whom
she would have laughed at or ignored a few weeks ago. I
tightened the muscles in my ass and bounced my purple dick head
on her thin-lipped pussy. I loved the power I felt. I had nearly
squirted while Joanie rode my face and Sandy shaved my balls.
Now I felt I could last forever. I said,
    "Ask me again", and I dribbled my wand again by flexing
my asshole, so my inflated dick head made contact with Sandy's
clit. She tightened her grip on my forearms, rolled her eyes and
sighed,
    "Don't play games with me, Bobby, just fuck me before I
go out of my mind."
    She regarded me with a tender look as I gazed down at
our bodies, our blond bodies, so similar in color and texture,
scraped raw, our sexes bumping against each other, and  I
thought, "We could be little brother and big sister." I lost the urge
to tease Sandy further. I  wanted to satisfy the itch that Joanie
had summoned  in both of us. I took the base of my veiny,
knobby cock and split her thin pink cuntlips with the fat bloated
head of my purple pecker. I leaned forward, gliding into her,
immediately triggering her cum. I rocked my hips back, my dick
flopping out of her, right on top of her stiff clit. I pushed forward
again and pushed the underside of my boyprick along her raw lips
and clit, which was peeking expectantly out of her peach. I
alternated between deep thrusts into her and dragging my cock
over the exterior of her shaved sensitive pussy. She gritted her
teeth and sprayed me with spittle as she tried to contain and
control the raging orgasm that wracked her writhing eighteen
year old body.
    I felt my own cum approaching like a freight train. I
jammed into Sandy, until my bald pubic bone collided with her
nasty sex-digit, her singular clitoris. I swiveled my hips, my boner
tossing and turning inside her. I was almost shouting,
    Ohhohohoho!!!
    I pulled out of Sandy's cunt, and pointed my dick at her
vagina. I came then; a hosing, on her pussy in three thick spurts,
and then four more contractions spilled my boycum on her raw
reddened thighs. Sandy held her knees to her chest, rocking back
and forth on her spine, moaning. My jizz covered her sex and
inner thighs like glaze on a donut.
    "oooooooooo."
    We both let out deep sighs, untensing, satisfied.
    She relaxed her legs, and pushed her straight blond hair
back into its center part above her broad forehead. She smiled at
me and said.
    "I'm gonna like bunkin' with you, little brother."
    She had read my mind! I grinned ecstatically back at her.
She scratched an ankle and said,
    "You don't mind, uh, cleaning me off,  like you did
before?"
    I didn't say anything, just thanked my lucky star to live in
Joanie's house, where a fifteen year old boy could find himself in
service to three beautiful women. I thought of Joanie, the game's
Mistress, keeping everybody spinning like those acrobats on Ed
Sullivan kept plates balanced on the top of bamboo sticks. I
buried my face in Sandy's jizz-drenched thighs. My cum was thick
that afternoon, and I sucked it greedily into my mouth. She
wrapped her legs around my head, and when I licked her more
sensitive parts, she squeezed my ears until they rang. I sucked and
swallowed. To make sure I didn't miss any of my abundant milky
boy-spunk, Sandy got up on her knees, and I tormented her star-
shaped dusky rosebud of an asshole, and at her suggestion,
reamed her until she came again. Every woman a different taste,
and they all made me hard as stone. I wanted to spend the rest of
my life wth my tongue up a woman's asshole. I wanted to spend
the rest of my life a filthy, nasty buttslut.
    We showered together, gingerly running our soapy hands
over each other's now smooth privates. Although my penis raged
stiff again, partially from her touch, partially from the lust
triggered by the fleeting taste of her butthole, we  knew we had to
save ourselves for the rigorous evening that Joanie had promised
us.
    We went upstairs and took a nap on my mattress, our bald
bodies snuggled together.

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