Kevin Sellers

Mom wants more

CHAPTER ONE

"Hi, Mrs. King. I'm not late, am I?"

From where he lay watching television on the den floor, Troy heard the voice of Janie Harper, and made a face. Then he heard his mother's reply.

"Not at all, Janie. In fact, you're right on time. I just – oh, there's my date now! You know where everything is, don't you? Troy's in the den, and I've left a number by the phone just in case you need me. Well, I'd better be going. Say goodbye for me, dear, won't you? I'm afraid he hasn't been in a very good mood tonight."

"I will. Bye, Mrs. King."

But that wasn't the real reason he'd been mad at his mom all day, or why he'd shut himself in the den and refused to kiss her goodnight the way she usually insisted.

Frankly, Troy was jealous. Ever since his father's death when he was little, he'd had his mother all to himself. And that had always seemed to satisfy them both, until just recently. She'd been going out more and more often. And worst of all, she'd even started dating men.

Without really understanding why, Troy was just beginning to discover that he didn't like that idea one bit.

His sour thoughts were interrupted as the den door opened and Janie walked in, all smiles.

"Hi, Troy. How's my favorite neighbor?"

"Okay I guess," he answered grumpily, glancing up as she strode lightly across the room and sat down on the nearby divan, primly tucking the hem of her skirt about her knees.

Despite his mood, he couldn't help but admire Janie's well-proportioned body. Two years older than him and one of the most popular girls in the senior class at high school, the attractive eighteen-year-old blonde had a figure that never failed to stiffen his cock until it hurt. Even the modest skirt-and-blouse outfit she had on tonight dildo hide the firm-rounded curves of her long slender legs and the straining thrust of the biggest pair of tits in the whole school.

He could already feel his prick blossoming into uncomfortable hardness, making him squirm against the carpeted floor.

"What are you watching?" she asked politely, aware of his gaze but pretending to ignore it. "Anything good?"

"Nah, nothing special."

He shrugged, wiggling as his prick began to throb. Janie always made him react like that, and she knew it; he'd seen her staring at his crotch lots of times when she didn't think he was looking. She even liked to tease him, sometimes letting her skirt slide way up her thighs or wearing low-cut blouses that revealed the milky cleavage of her enormous tits.

[Missing text] pleasure of watching his prick stiffen.

He went on in a gruff tone: "Anyway, I was just going to take a bath. You can watch anything you want." Then, as he rose from his painful position and stood up, his voice took on a new note of malicious mischief. "Or how about watching me take my bath instead? I'll bet that'd be more fun then any old television show!"

"Troy!" Janie's face took on a pretense of shock. "I thought you promised not to talk like that any more! Remember what I warned you last week. You have to be a good boy, or I'll tell your mother and she'll never let me come over here again!"

He grinned. Janie's gaze flicked down to his swollen crotch, and he saw the speculative twinkle in her blue eyes despite her threat.

Growing bolder, he stood before Janie without attempting to hide his hard-on and spoke in a jeering tone. "What's the matter, Janie? Haven't you ever seen a guy's prick before? I thought lots of guys at school showed you theirs!"

Her blush deepened. They both knew she was too shy in school to have the kind of fun her girlfriends had. It was only at his house, alone with a boy who was like a little brother to her, that she relaxed enough to even joke about it.

"Troy King, you're not being very nice tonight! And your mom wouldn't like hearing you use words like that, either. Now go take your bath like a good boy, before I call her and tell her that her precious little boy is using dirty words!"

Her threat didn't frighten Troy, though it would have if she'd meant it. But Janie's words irked him in a different way. Suddenly the phrase "little boy" rang in his ears like a nasty reminder.

"I'm not a little boy, and I'll say prick all I want, because I'm a man and men have pricks. I don't even mind if you look at mine. Here, I'll prove it."

The words were hardly out of his mouth before he was reaching with trembling hands to unzip her jeans.

"Troy…" Janie's eyes went even wider. She didn't have time to stop him.

There was a slithering sound. Before she could react, his stiffened cock burst out, wagging up bare and hard before her. For a moment the two teenagers froze, both surprised by his action.

It was the first time Troy had shown his prick to any girl before, and he half expected Janie to react with shocked embarrassment.

Instead Janie sat unmoving for a long moment, her eyes fastened on his rigid dick.

It all happened in just an instant, but that was long enough for him to see a strange look cross over her face as she watched his cock bob and stand up even stiffer under her gaze until it pointed straight at her.

"See?" he said in a slightly cracked voice, his heart hammering with fear and excitement. "I told you I was a man. I've got a prick as big as anyone's. Maybe even bigger."

With those bragging words, he unbuttoned his jeans, wiggling out of them and letting them fall in a heap to the floor. Then he stood before her in just his striped tee-shirt.

Janie's lips parted and she gasped at the sight of the huge veined shaft spearing out from a thick nest of curled fur and a sagging fuzz-clad sack of balls almost as big as eggs. She hadn't expected anything like this. And the sudden appearance of a real honest-to-God prick – bigger than any she'd ever seen in pictures – made a familiar tingling well up deep inside her, emanating from her cunt.

Janie was all too familiar with that tingling sensation. She always felt it whenever she looked at Troy's crotch. That was what made her tease him so much. Right now it was worse than ever. She could feel her panties dampening, slickening, as a hot itchy wetness creamed her unfucked pussy and made it ache the way it always did at the end of her babysitting sessions. Only this time she couldn't go home and soothe her pussy with her fingers the way she usually did. This time she still had the whole evening ahead of her. Troy was parading right before her, proudly showing off his cock and making the ache in her cunt even worse.

"You're-you're awful!" she gasped, staring in total fascination at the rippling eight-inch pole of rigid flesh that wagged and nodded its inflamed head at her. "Troy King, you're just a horny little boy with a horny little pecker after all!"

She reached out, slapping lightly at his hard cock.

Her fingers slid across the reddened head of his prick and it bounced up in reaction, making Troy gasp and causing her to giggle impishly.

"Oh yeah?" he said defiantly, ears burning. "I'll bet it's more than you ever saw before! Just because you're older then me, you don't know everything!"

"So you think," she retorted, her breath quickening. Her cunt was creaming harder, drenching her panties and frightening her a little with its intensity. "I happen to know that if your mother walked in right now you'd be in some pretty serious trouble!"

Troy's eyes automatically darted to the closed den door in response. But he wasn't about to be scared off so easily, now that he'd gone this far.

"She won't be back for hours," he replied, licking his lips. "We've got lots of time, and you can look at my prick all you want. I'll even let you touch it again."

Moving onto the divan beside her, he leaned back and let his prick stand straight up like a thick post.

"Oh…" The word escaped Janie's lips as she took in the pink glistening recess of his pisshole and the hard length of his cock. Despite her fear, she couldn't resist his invitation. "Can I?"

Without waiting for his reply, she swooped down, fingers gliding along the smooth-veined shaft and trailing with horny curiosity across his reddened cocktip… "Yeah, that feels real good," he groaned, amazed at her eager reaction. Janie Harper, one of the high school's most popular girls, was actually feeling his prick!

Her fingers dipped down farther, slipping ticklishly over his balls and cupping them, hefting them, until his cock throbbed painfully. She was totally preoccupied in her explorations. Troy gazed at her jutting tits just inches away. Her tits strained at the white material of her blouse like a pair of snow-capped mountains, rising and falling rapidly with her sharp breath. Half-turned toward him, she almost seemed to be pushing those luscious tits right at him.

On impulse Troy reached out and covered one out thrust tit, digging his fingers into her pliant firmness.

That was a mistake. Janie stiffened and pulled away abruptly, withdrawing her hand from his hot cock.

"That's enough," she said sternly, face flushed. "We… we shouldn't be doing this. It isn't right."

"Come on," he pleaded, far from satisfied. "What's wrong with it, anyway? I let you look at me, didn't I? It's not fair if you have all the fun! And-and, besides, how am I supposed to learn about stuff if you don't teach me? Mom won't even let me go on dates!"

"Well…" Janie felt herself giving in, swayed by the hot oozing sensation in her cunt. "Okay then, I'll teach you one little thing tonight, but that's all. Have you ever french-kissed before?"

He shook his head, not knowing exactly what the term meant, but recalling that he'd heard other guys at school mention it before.

Seeing that he didn't understand, she leaned forward. "It's easy. You'll see."

Their lips came together. Troy felt the heat of her face against his. Then he felt something probing between his lips. Janie's tongue slithered into his mouth, wiggling wildly about.

Though taking him by surprise, the sensation was strangely pleasant, and he responded quickly. Before long their tongues were clashing frantically in the longest kiss he'd ever had.

Then, to Troy's delighted amazement, one of her hands slipped down over one of his, capturing it and bringing it up to the big jutting tit she'd snatched away from him only moments ago. But this time, instead of trying to tear her tit from his grip, she was thrusting it forward, mashing its huge cotton-clad softness into his palm.

Overjoyed at this unexpected treat, he automatically began to knead her firm tit, feeling its oversized fullness in his sweaty hand.

All too soon she broke off their kiss with a gasp and pulled back, facing him with a strange hungry expression on her attractive face and not even attempting to push his hand from her captive jug.

"Oh, wow! Are you sure you've never frenched before?"

Pleased, Troy shook his head. His prick was jumping up harder than ever, standing as stiffly as a concrete post and pulsing painfully.

Janie laughed and patted his cock, making his prick throb. "Poor little baby. I… I think you'd better put it back in your pants now, before it does something naughty."

Despite her words, her fingers lingered on his prick in obvious reluctance to release it.

Troy shook his head. "Oh, no. Not until we're even. I showed you my prick, now you've got to show me something. That's fair, isn't it?"

Grinning widely, he gave her tit an extra squeeze. Janie hesitated. She'd never dared to go this far with any boy before. But then, she reminded herself, Troy was like her little brother anyway.

"I know what you want," she laughed again, shrugging her tit from his hand. "All right then, but only if you promise to be nice from now on. Okay?"

Troy nodded, ready to agree to anything.

Feeling a fresh surge of hot cream drench her inner thighs, Janie began to unbutton her blouse, deftly shrugging out of it in a business-like manner.

Troy's mouth went dry when she sat before him with just her bra hiding her gigantic tits. Her bare slender shoulders hardly seemed capable of holding up the creamy weight of her tits – their swelling ripeness spilling in a sharp cleavage from her bra-cups as if on the verge of bursting from them.

"Just one look, that's all you get," she teased, reaching behind her. "We'll he even then, and I don't want to hear another peep from you!"

He heard the faint click of the bra snap, then he saw the white cotton cups sag limply in release.

Her tits bobbled free, straining out as if they'd somehow ballooned ever larger.

Then, as he watched raptly, she shrugged out of the bra.

The bra fell away, and he found himself staring at the most beautiful pair of tits ever. Janie's tits were as huge as he'd imagined, sagging just a bit as they swayed in quivering freedom. What really caught his attention were her nipples. Twin spires of vivid pinkness against her pale creamy flesh, her nipples were bigger than any he'd seen in his friends' magazine pictures. Her areolas were shining mouth-size babes, peaking in inch-long nipples that stabbed out rigidly, each one as thick as the tip of his pinky.

"Yeah," he murmured, hardly aware that he'd spoken out loud. "They're… they're terrific! I'll bet there isn't another girl anywhere that has tits like that!"

"You think so?" Janie's cunt gushed furiously at his appreciation. She raised a hand to cup one ripe tit, pushing it out even farther in a blatant display. "Sometimes I'm afraid they're too big. The way they always bounce when I walk… and they're so sensitive too. See?"

She flicked her thumb across an overlarge nipple, making it spring erect.

Troy couldn't help himself. He had to touch that magnificent tit, no matter what. "Janie, can I… can I feel it? Just a little?"

In spite of her constant warnings, Janie wanted to take full advantage of this evening's boldness, fearful that she might never work up this much nerve again.

"All right," she agreed slowly, still pretending to give in with reluctance. "Since you're being nice, I'll let you. Here."

She leaned toward him. Troy's hands went up, closing on the big soft offering of her tit.

The blonde girl gasped as he fondled her tit, one hand cupping its hugeness and the other rubbing in a circular motion over her nipple. Her nipple erected in Troy's palm, and he looked on in wonder as her nipple seemed to expand even longer, growing red and flaring.

"That's good," she panted, pushing her tit at him with increasing fervor. "It feels good when you touch it like that, ummmnh…"

He flicked her nipple, making her groan, then he caught it between thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze rhythmically, milking it. That seemed to turn her on even more.

"Oh, oh Troy, that feels so – ohhh, don't stop!" Growing more assured by the moment, he chuckled as she wiggled and thrust her tits at him. "Boy, they look so good I'd really like to kiss one. You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

Not giving her time to object, he ducked his head and took the nipple in his mouth, his lips fastening over it.

"Oh, what're you doing?" Janie blurted, making no effort to stop him. "Don't – that… oh yes, that's it!"

Though he'd never done it before in his life, Troy began to suck her big erect nipple, playing the stiff bud over his tongue and lapping it as his cheeks drew in with increased suction.

Janie's response was even better than he'd hoped. Suddenly she was gasping breathlessly, shoving her tit hard against his face and clutching his head to her tits with an intensity that threatened to smother him.

"Yes, yes! Oh, Troy, harder, suck it harder!" she surged on the divan, blasting hot cuntjuice with a fury like nothing she'd ever felt before. All pretense momentarily vanished as lank felt herself building to a climax. She writhed in unleashed joy. "Suck my titty! Suck it good and hard! Oh, baby, baby!"

Troy complied eagerly, taking in as much of her mammoth tit as he could and making wet slurping noises as he greedily gulped at her tit.

"Good, baby, eat it up good and hard! Oh yeah, yeahhh… now Troy, hurry, faster, faster – fasterrrrrr!"