The house was a big, ranch-style jobber, the kind with everything on one level, kitchen on one end, bedrooms on the other, and the dining and living rooms in the middle. It only took me five minutes to unclog the sink. When I got up, I noticed for the first time that Mrs. Ayres, who was sitting at a formica counter sipping coffee, was giving me that look I know so well.
"Want some coffee?" she asked.
"Sure," I said. I sat down at the counter across from her. She filled a cup for me from the nearby percolator, talking as she did.
"… so when the sink got clogged, I remembered Lois Kranz had mentioned you, that you had done a good job for hers so I called up your boss, Arlotta, and asked for you." A wicked smile had formed on her lips and she raised her eyebrows. I didn't need no ESP to know what was going on in her mind.
Damn! So my rep was spreading. I had been balling Lois Kranz on and off, but I never dreamed she'd call a friend and tell her. No wonder Carl looked at me funny when he sent me out on the job. This Ayres broad, when she asked especially for me, must've sounded horny as hell to him. She sure sounded that way to me. I looked her up and down with interest now.
She was about forty or so, and thin, with short brown hair cut shaggy, like you see on a lot of guys these days. She wasn't really good-looking, but she had little crow's-feet around her eyes and a few lines above her lips that showed she was just beginning to dry up. I know a lot of guys'll think I'm crazy, but this turns me on. I go for the seasoned stuff.
She was wearing a pair of shorts and a white blouse. I could see her bra through it. Her tits weren't big, but they were pointy and jutted out nice. I got a look at her legs when she got up fore more milk. Nice, very thin, but well-shaped. Her hips were narrow and her ass was small but compact. All in all, a nice change of pace from the big, meaty dolls I usually go for. Once in a while I like a thin woman, one who has a small pussy I have to fight my way into. Then, once in, every stroke is an effort, but worth it, as my big cock stretches the tight cunt walls.
She sat back down. "You take milk?"
I nodded. "So Mrs. Kranz liked my work," I said, sipping the coffee.
"Yes." She looked at me hard. "Lois said you're very good."
There was gonna be no beating around the bush with this babe, like with Doris Stanyon. Already her fingers were on my arm, going up and down through the hairs. I put down the coffee cup and rested my forearm on the counter, waiting to see what was next.
"You look like you'd be good," she said.
"Mrs. Ayres…"
"Betty."
"Betty. Listen, Betty, as much as I'd like to, I can't stay around. My boss has been on my tail lately, so even though you look like one hell of a roll in the hay, I gotta be going. But maybe we can get together."
She blushed, but her fingers didn't stop walking up and down my arm. "But it isn't for me," she said. She looked at me with crazy, narrowed, twinkling eyes.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. "You mean I got you figured wrong?"
"No, not exactly," she said. She leaned forward until her nose almost touched mine, and said in a loud whisper, "You turn me on, all right, baby, but right now I'm thinking you'd be just great for somebody else I know."
This I couldn't understand. I've seen a lot of things, but never a horny broad trying to fix me up with some other broad. I smiled back at her; this was getting interesting.
"Who is this party?" I asked.
"My daughter."
Daughter? I almost fell off the stool. Now I'd heard everything.
"I don't get you," I said, in a hoarse voice that reflected my uncertainty and growing excitement.
"You look like a man of the world, Pete," she said. "What would you think if I told you I have a sixteen-year-old girl – she's in her room right now – who's dying to meet you?"
I didn't know what to say. True, my cock was swelling in my pants, but other than that I didn't feel sexy. Just amazed and even shocked at this pimping mother.
"You see, Pete, she's just a young girl and I want her to learn about sex from me, in her home. I don't want her going out with some hippies and learning about it at a pot party, or something worse. So I thought that this would be the best way. And Hope – that's my daughter – agrees. She knows all about it. In fact, she's waiting right now for an answer. What do you say? Won't you help me show my little girl about life before she goes out and learns the hard way?"
A reasonable request from a concerned mother. Shit! This broad was nuts, or something. I could tell because, on top of her crazy request she was beginning to look funny, like just the thought of me fucking her kid was really turning her on. Her eyes were glazed, sort of, and her fingers were now clutching at my arm.
"She's cherry, Pete, I know you'll like her. A cute ass on her, too – looks just like I did twenty-five years ago. Come on, Pete, please. When do you think you'll have a chance like this again, to break in a cute, young girl like Hope? Do you want to meet her. I can call her in."
As nutty as she was, and her daughter too, for that matter, I suddenly stopped thinking and worrying about the state of her mind. After all, it takes all kinds. And by now my cock had won out. I was practically drunk with the strange excitement I was feeling. Busting a cherry, and with the mother looking on. God!
"OK," I said, sliding off the stool, "let's meet her. Where's your husband, by the way?"
"Don't worry about him. He doesn't get home from the city 'till seven." Her eyes went down to my crotch, which was bulging. Again, a strange, crazy look came over her. "Follow me," she said.
We went into the living room, which was large and loaded with plush furniture, a thick green carpet, and paintings of sunsets and oceans on the walls. The large picture window looked out on the street. Betty Ayres went over to it and drew the curtain.
"Hope," she called. "Hope!" Her voice had a cracking, breathless sound to it. I watched her, hoping she didn't notice how crazy I thought she was.
Then I turned to face the far end of the room. Through a wide entranceway came Hope, dressed in a tight pair of jeans and an old, man's white shirt with the tails hanging out over the pants in front and back. She was a bit taller than her mother, five-six maybe. Her face was small and had pointy features; what I could see of it was pretty. But it was all but hidden by her hair, which was parted in the middle and so bushy it hung over the front of her face and fell down her shoulders and chest.
There was more than a little resemblance between Hope and her mother. Cut off her hair and chop off an inch or two and she was the spitting image, right down to her skinny long legs. I suddenly got a picture of both of them standing naked together and my cock throbbed. By now, all thought of Carl and his anger had vanished from my mind.
Hope walked into the room and over to us, swinging her little ass and her arms like so many young girls of her age do. She walked right up to me like she was being introduced to an uncle. She looked up and smiled like a nice, innocent little girl, but there was something in her eyes that reminded me of her mother's nutty, sexy look.
"Hi," she said.
"Hope, this is Pete," Betty said. "He's going to be real nice to you, aren't you, Pete?"
"Yeah, sure," I said, looking Hope up and down. She wasn't too big in the tit department but, like her mother, hers were pointy and had an even better tilt to them. They were actually pointing up!
Well, I could describe the next fifteen minutes but the best part came after that. Let me just say that we spent a little while just talking and warming up to each other, with Betty joining right in. Finally, after Hope had told me for the third time how she wanted to be a nurse, and I said that was nice for the third time, Betty stood up impatiently.
"Well, dear, what do you think? Do you like him? Do you want Mama to start explaining things to you?"
The young girl's eyes were fixed on my crotch. She slowly nodded her head and then, suddenly, crossed her arms in front of her and pulled the shirt up over her head. She looked at me and grinned.
"Now stand up and take off your pants, dear," said Betty. The mother had sat down again, so that she was on one side of her daughter and I was on the other.
Hope stood and unzipped the side of her jeans. As she pulled them down she kept her eyes on mine.
Then she was in just her bra and panties. She had a wild body, tall and willowy and firm and brown. She stood there, smiling and blushing slightly as she took in my greedy stare. Then she glanced at her mother.
"Go on, baby," Betty Ayres said, "take off the rest."
Hope reached around and unclasped her bra. Her small tits fell forward and they were just as nice as I had imagined, erect and firm, with small, rigid brown nipples that were aimed at the ceiling.
Then her hands played over them and went down the solid length of her abdomen to the elastic of her white panties. She hooked her thumbs under at each hip and, looking me right in the eye, slowly drew them down, stopping when just a thin line of pussy hair showed and grinned at me, then bringing them all the way down to her knees. She may have had no experience but she sure knew how to strip for a guy. This little bopper was a real natural. My cock was now a big log running down my right thigh under my pants.
"OK, Hope, now come over and kneel in front of Pete. Pete, why don't you stand up?" Betty was gonna be calling the shots, I could see that. But I didn't mind. I got up off the couch and Hope got down on her haunches in front of me. Betty leaned forward on the couch so that her face was looking around my hips at my crotch.
"Hope, unzip his fly and reach inside," the mother said. Her voice was growing more and more hoarse.
Hope reached up and took hold of the zipper and slowly pulled it down. Then she slipped her fingers in and awkwardly felt around for my cock. Her fingers went through the slit in my shorts and snaked through my hair. A confused look formed on her face.
"Where… where is it?" she asked.
I took hold of her wrist and guided her hand to my thigh. Then her fingers found the thick meat of my prick. She played up and down lightly for a second or two. There was a big grin on her face, which was somewhat red.
Betty shifted impatiently in her seat. "Come on, Hope, bring it out where we can see it," she said.
So Hope grabbed hold of my rod at the base and twisted it through the two layers of cloth and then it was out, standing hard and long and thick, with a few twists of black hair peeping out of my fly, the head dark purple.
Both mother and daughter just stared and stared, Hope with her mouth open and her eyes wide, Betty with a rough breathing and whistling sound coming from her mouth.
"Oh, wow," Hope finally said, "it's so big. Are all men this big?"
"No, honey," Betty managed, "we were really lucky."
"Do… do you think it'll fit in… me?" The young girl looked at her mother with a slight fear in her eyes.
"Sure, baby, sure," Betty said. "Why, Daddy has one about as big and it's done a lot for me. Mine is no bigger than yours, you know? If there's any trouble I'll get the Vaseline. Now, why don't you play with it – no, first pull down his pants. I want to see you feel his balls, too."
I couldn't believe my ears. I was laughing inside as the young babe pulled down my pants and underpants. I stepped out of them and unbuttoned my shirt as I did. A few seconds later I was standing there, feet a yard apart, hands on my hips, stark naked except for my shoes and socks.
"Oooo, they're nice," Hope cooed, looking up at me with an unspoken question.
"Sure, go ahead," I said. "Play with them. And handle my cock too. Why don't you tell her what to do?" I was beginning to get in the swing of things. When in Rome, right? Betty was only too glad to follow my advice. She got on her knees on the floor next to Hope.
"Why don't you take his balls in your fingers, like this?" she said to her daughter. "And do this to his cock. Men like this, don't they, Pete?"
I groaned and nodded as I looked down. Betty had the fingers of one hand gently snaking all over my hanging nuts, going around and around each egg, from top to bottom and back again, sometimes bringing one finger up between them so they hung over the sides and met again under the finger, sometimes cupping them and squeezing carefully.
At the same time, she was jerking me off, pumping on my thick cock and going all the way up to the cum hole and down to the hairy base. Everytime she hit the tip she twisted her clenched fist and squeezed down like she was trying to bring up my load right then and there.
"Ah, that's terrific," I muttered, still looking down. But I was dying to have Hope get her young, innocent hands on me. "Why don't you let Hope try now?" I said.
Betty, with a look of frustration, let go of my cock and guided her daughters hands. Then Hope was going strong on me, not as good as her mother, but with a young, instinctive know-how I found really exciting. I looked down at her through droopy eyes and began to squirm around. Then it was too much and I fell back on the couch, keeping my legs spread wide. Hope lost hold for a minute but she quickly scrambled beneath my knees and continued.
Betty kneeled beside me, running her fingers all over my chest.
"She's good for a beginner, huh, Pete?"
"You know it," I said, looking at Betty out of the corner of my eyes.
Then Betty began licking my chest and nibbling my nipples, grabbing them beneath her teeth and pulling at them. Between the two of them I was getting ready to explode.
"You like the way Hope does it, huh?" Betty whispered, with a chuckle to her voice.
"I'll say," I whispered. "I'd like it even better if you showed her how to do the same thing with her tongue and lips."
The sex-crazed mother grinned and her eyes opened wide and twinkled. She jumped off the couch and joined Hope on the floor. She gave my hairy thigh a bite and made an animal sound, then turned to Hope.
"Honey, stop a minute. Mama wants to show you something."
The girl let go of my cock and balls and sagged back on her haunches. Betty squeezed in next to her and, without hesitating, grabbed hold of my cock and speared the end of my cockhead with her tongue. She did this a few times, then brought her mouth down, pressing her lips around the corona and sucking hard.
"Ahhh, terrific," I groaned, throwing my crotch forward.
"Oooh, that's dirty," Hope said. She had a hand up to her mouth; I could tell that she was interested, though, from the look in her eye.
Betty took her mouth off my cock. "No it's not, dear," she said. "Why, everybody does it. It's natural. I know you'll like it. Why don't you try it, for Mama? You don't want to seem like a selfish, inconsiderate lover, do you? Believe me, you'll do a lot better with men if you know how to suck a cock."
"Well…" Hope was blushing slightly.
"Remember when you were a little girl," Betty continued, "and you didn't want to eat your mushrooms? And Mama forced you and from then on you loved mushrooms and always asked for them? Well, this is the same thing. Come on, honey, try it for Mama."
Hope shrugged her shoulders and bent down. She cautiously brought her lips to my cock and after just rubbing the head against her closed mouth and her cheeks, her tongue came slowly out and she made a few slow, uncertain licks around the cum hole.
"That's it, that's it," Betty said, "now lick all around, like you used to when we went to the county fair and you had a candy apple."
Hope was beginning to dig it, I guess, for her lickings got firmer and bolder and wetter. She worked and washed my head around and around and from tip to corona. Her mouth must have been open because I could feel her warm, sweet breath on my head. I couldn't see now, for I had my head thrown back on the couch. My eyes were closed and I was groaning.
For the next few minutes Betty encouraged her daughter on, step by step, until my cockhead was totally planted in the young girl's wet mouth. Again, I was amazed at her skill. For a beginner she knew her stuff. Like I said, she was a natural.
Then she was going all the way on me, sucking in my thick prick until my head banged against the back of her mouth, then pulling back until the head was the only part of me in her, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh, Jesus! Ahhhhh…"
In a burst of passion, I lunged up to a sitting position and, looking down on her, grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pumped her mouth. She looked up at me wide-eyed and our eyes stayed fixed for a good few seconds. There was no blushing now. In fact, I could tell she was enjoying me watching her as she sucked on my rod.
And I enjoyed watching her. Her mouth was stuffed with my thick cock. Her thin, delicate lips were stretched out around it and her clear, pale cheeks were puffing, inflating and deflating as she sucked.
I pumped in and out harder and harder, the feel of her tongue scraping my tender cockhead, egging me on. As I did, I noticed a trickle of drool oozing out of the side of her mouth. Whatever doubts she had were long gone now. I checked out Betty. She was just sitting there, watching with big eyes and licking her lips.
Then the feel was so great I fell back on the couch and groaned loudly.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum in your mouth! Oh, baby!"
Suddenly, to my horror, Betty pulled Hope off my cock. I opened my eyes in frustration.
"What the fuck – what the hell did you do that for?"
Betty looked at me. "Sorry, babe," she said. "I don't want you to cum until you bust her. Come on, Hope, get down here and spread your legs. It's time we made a woman of you."
Hope, in a kind of daze from the sucking she'd been doing, followed her mother to a coffee table. Betty motioned to it and the girl stretched out on her back, with her ass at the edge, her legs spread wide – thanks to her mother – and her feet on the rug. Her thighs were resting on the part of the table up from the corners, so she was really exposed. The table was just a bit wider than the girl.
"Pete, comere!" This middle-aged broad was almost beside herself with excitement. She trembled all over and when I reached her she grabbed my wrist and pulled me down between her daughter's legs. I was on my knees with my cock laying like a log across Hope's lightly haired, spread pussy.
She had a nice, tight cunt, young and juicy. The thin lips were parted and I could see the tender pink inner flesh swimming in young juice, and the bud of a clit above, and the small cunt hole and asshole below, two little pink openings that were waiting for my fingers and cock.
I ran my fingers over her silky, brown mound, then parted her lips even further and gently slipped a finger into her tight hole. It felt great, firm and slippery, and as I poked it, I began to tickle her little clit.
"Ooooo, that's nice…" Hope moaned. Her ass shifted around on the end of the table.
"I'm gonna bust your cherry!" I cried, in a fit of lust. "And then I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, blood and all. It'll hurt at first, but then you'll love it."
I grabbed my big cock, still tingling from the sucking, and positioned it at her entrance. It looked too big. Christ, the damn thing was twice as thick as her hole, or so it looked. But this only got me hotter. As I began to move the head in, with Hope gripping the sides of the table and looking up at her mother with fear, Betty suddenly cried out.
"Hold it! Just a minute! Don't do anything till I get back!" And she dashed out of the living room.
I sighed and removed my cock from Hope's opening. What now, I wondered. To pass the time, I put my palms on her breasts and rolled them around, enjoying the shit out of her hard, tiny nipples.
They were so hard that they were going up like two long needles. It was like somebody had just rubbed them with ice.
"You got nice little tits," I said. "I can hardly wait to suck them."
"Will it hurt much when you cum in me?" the girl asked. Her fear made it impossible for her to enjoy my nipple-pulling.
"Maybe a little," I said, "but I'll go slow. And after it's over it'll feel so good. And from then on you'll be able to fuck and fuck with no pain at all."
Then the hot mother came running back into the room. I could hardly believe my eyes. She was pulling at her bra as she came, the rest of her clothes being off. And she had a Polaroid camera with her!
When she got to the table she put the camera down on the floor and pulled off her panties. I looked her up and down. A pretty good body for a broad her age, I thought. Firm tits like Hope's, with a bit of droop, and a hairier cunt. She grabbed up the camera and began circling us and aiming through the sighting gizmo, twisting knobs and checking the light.
After a minute of this, she said, "OK, Pete, go to it. I'm gonna take a few shots, but don't mind me."
I shook my head and snorted. She was really out of her mind. I turned my attention to Hope and brought my head back to her entrance. As I did, I heard a click; a white flash from the first bulb lit up the room.